"Among the Huaxia Martial Artists, you're quite good. The several Huaxia Martial Artists I consumed two hundred years ago didn't have your level of cultivation!"
The young man finished speaking, and stepped towards the three, his five fingers slightly bent, sharp nails glinting in the cold light, scaring Qiu Ying and the Zhang Family member into hiding behind Ye Miao.
In this ice and snow, heaven and earth offer no aid, facing this demon-like young man, it is a situation of life and death.
Qiu Ying isn't too afraid of death, but she's terrified of becoming a meal for this young man, like the countless bones in the snow cave. In her lifetime, she never imagined she would encounter such a terrifying and bizarre scene.
