"You ... You're the young man from the sky moon Ridge who killed Zhan xueyang?" The man named Yuan's throat was dry.
According to what Qin Yifeng had said, the other party was skilled in sword Kinesis, and his sword was extremely sharp.
Zhan xueyang's grade three Nirvana artifact was cut off on the spot.
'This ...' Wasn't this the young man in front of him?
Xia qingchen grabbed out with his hand, and the broken Sword flew back into his palm.
Shaking off the residual blood on his face, Xia qingchen calmly said, ""It's me. Is there a problem?"
The man surnamed Yuan's hands and feet turned cold.
He finally understood that the reason he had pulled out his sword by the fire pool was not because he had relied on the great demon of West Ridge to be bold.
Rather, he really had the absolute power to kill them.
"Your Excellency, I have offended you unintentionally. Can you please let it go on the account of Princess yanyu? This will only be good for you."
