The drizzle falls gently, and the cold wind cuts like a knife.
With several wipes from Chen Yang, the Ancestral Sword once again shone with dazzling brilliance.
Everyone watched, mesmerized.
Who would have thought that even Lord Du San would fall to Chen Yang's hands, and the key is, it didn't even take much effort.
Only at this moment did they truly understand why Chen Yang's demeanor and gaze remained so indifferent from start to finish.
It was the confidence of having everything under control, and the disdain of scorning everything!!
Just like that sentence earlier.
From the beginning, my target has always been you, Lord Du San, and Ning Xuan, Ning Hanqing, what are they worth?
Such domineering conduct.
One must say, it's truly shocking.
"Pfft!"
Ning Xuan's anger surged, causing a large mouthful of blood to spew out, and the scant vitality he had left scattered completely as he collapsed onto the ground.
