Bai Yan looked down at he Ling with cold eyes. She slowly stood up from the chair and stretched out her palm. A bone spur was held in her hand, emitting a cold and gloomy aura.
"Then I'll let you see if I'm qualified to take over this city."
The moment these words were spoken, Bai Yan's figure had already disappeared.
Suddenly, a cold aura came from behind he Ling, making him stiff. He immediately turned around and blocked the attack with his palm.
With a plop, the sharp bone spur pierced his palm. Blood flowed out and dripped from his palm to the ground, quickly soaking it red.
If he hadn't blocked it with his palm, the bone spike might have pierced his chest.
He Ling's hair stood on end at the thought of this. He looked at the beautiful woman with vigilance.
