"No matter how strong your knife skills are, don't even think about hurting me," he roared. "Just get down on your knees and beg for mercy! Perhaps I might consider sparing your life—otherwise, I will surely devour you alive."
Huo Lang laughed arrogantly, his fierce face becoming even more terrifying under the sunlight.
"Haha! Is that so? We'll just have to wait and see!"
Ye Ling laughed heartily, slowly standing up. With his Snow Drinking Blade in hand, he flicked his fingertips, and a pure streak of blade energy crazily surged along the edge of the blade.
With a whoosh, the sword energy tore through the void, blasting towards Huo Lang with a fierce killing intent spreading in its wake.
Feeling this terrifying murderous aura, Huo Lang's crimson eyes suddenly contracted. He had not expected Ye Ling's attack to be so ferocious that even he felt as though he was being invaded by the killing intent.
"Awoo!"
