Though Ling Ye felt Liang Yi's words were full of vigor, not all disciples of the Blood Control Sect shared this type of disposition. In fact, many had already drawn their swords, preparing to charge at Liang Yi with murderous intent.
"Clang!"
"So, who will come first?"
Yuan Zhou unsheathed, Liang Yi stood with his sword ready. Surrounded though he was, his demeanor resembled someone who had turned the tables to challenge the countless opponents before him.
Liang Yi's face was calm, his Sword Intent no longer concealed. Above his head, the phantom of a Qinglian bloomed, revealing the giant sword-shaped shadow of Yuan Zhou, its blade flashing with dazzling thunder, instantly dispelling the aggression of those Blood Control Sect disciples who hoped to make a name for themselves through battle.
The combat had not even started yet, but the mere pressure made it hard for them to catch their breath, instantly realizing he was a formidable opponent they could not provoke!
