"There's no reason not to kill people in the world of cultivation." In the carriage, Han Muye's expression was calm as he watched He Yangsun fly up.
The saber's gleam, set against the bright silver Battle Armor, reflected the white snow below, flashing brightly.
This light was a deadly light!
As people followed the blade's gleam, they accelerated to their maximum speed, turning into illusory bright shadows. At this moment, He Yangsun felt the wind and snow.
As if wandering in the wind and snow, stirring the convergence of the surrounding forces of heaven and earth.
"Slash—"
A figure was torn apart by the blade's gleam, then fell into the snow.
Before this figure could fall, the blade's gleam had already disappeared and appeared 100 feet away.
Was this because the speed was too fast, impossible to control smoothly?
