"Xue Wu Qing, if you dare to stand in my way today, my Linglong Hall will become your enemy!"
"Hahahahahaha..."
Hearing Ling Qingwu's words, Xue Wu Qing waved his hand, a scornful look on his face, "Ling Qingwu, there's no situation I, Xue Wu Qing, haven't seen before. You don't need to use Linglong Hall to threaten me. It's a pity Shui Linglong isn't here; otherwise, watching her favorite disciple die so tragically wouldn't be too bad..."
Yue Haitang's face was cold. The gleam in her eyes was as dazzling as roaming lightning in the void. She coldly snorted, "Why waste words on such a petty man? Just kill him!"
SLASH!
As she finished speaking, she shook her wrist and slashed out with her precious sword, creating a stunning sword light.
SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH...
The sword light in mid-air suddenly divided into eighteen sword shadows, carrying boundless sharpness and completely enveloping Xue Wu Qing...
