A smile hung on his face, sending chills down one's spine.
"Arrogant, simply too arrogant!"
"I'd like to see what ability you have to escape from the palm of my hand!"
The man in black said coldly, his face had completely stiffened.
"Then let's give it a try!"
"No matter what ability you have, you can't possibly be my match!"
"Today, you will surely die!"
The man in black's eyes were icy cold, and a terrifying aura emanated from his entire body. He stepped forward, drew his long spear, and charged toward Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's expression turned solemn, and with a grand gesture, the Jihe Blade appeared directly in his hand.
Whoosh!
With a slash, the blade light shot out in all directions, a series of sharp blade shadows instantly enveloped the man in black.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of blade clashing with spear, the sound of metal on metal, rang out.
Each sword and spear collided, creating deafening roars.
