C68 A Fierce Assassin

The two halberds collided, and Yun Jianhan’s footing became unsteady. He retreated five or six steps back before he could stop. He had used up more than half of his own profound energy.

Ye Xiangyang stood there with a faint smile, his expression unchanged and his breathing steady. He was still as relaxed as ever.

“Brother Jianhan, sorry for offending you!”

Yun Jianhan stared at Ye Xiangyang