Eleven douchebags left, Ling Zhao didn't falter in one bit. In fact, he was smiling wide from ear to ear.
He just stood there menacingly, eyes glowed crimson red amidst the dark room as he drew his Blood Spear out of his right palm.
The floor was cracked when Ling stomped the hilt of the spear, showing off the quality of his weapon and also inspiring fear to his opponents.
Now that his Blood Spear had reached the density that of Earth Grade Weapon, the weight and the durability of his spear absolutely surpassed an ordinary weapon used by Yellow Crane Sect's Disciples.
"D-don't be afraid! We can kill him, if we gank him up together!"
"Are you certain?" Ling says.
Everybody was shocked when Ling already vanished into thin air after he said that. No trace of presence whatsoever. Only eerie darkness that linger amidst the room.
"Where is he…? WHERE IS HE!" One of the Yellow Crane Sect's disciples had fallen into terror.
