"Kun Lie, Sword Pavilion Internal Court disciple, Light Extraordinary..."
This was the information Pei Jinye had obtained after devouring that long-haired man.
Setting aside his grudges with Sword Pavilion for now.
The current stance between the two was simply life and death.
When this severed head was thrown in front of Huang Zhonglei, it was clear to feel Huang Zhonglei's mind waver in that instant.
And in that very moment.
Ghost Fang and Pei Jinye attacked simultaneously.
Space seemed to crunch with continual crackling sounds as Pei Jinye's arm turned, his longsword trembled, and amidst a dragon-like ringing, numerous snowflakes accompanied his sword light.
Like a whirlwind stirring up the snowy sky.
In fact, these were not snowflakes, but Ghost Fang exercising dynamic ability, catalyzing Pei Jinye's sword to some kind of high-frequency extreme phenomenon.
His face suddenly pained, Huang Zhonglei snapped back to reality.
"Rip apart everything for me!"
