C320 Young Master Shayan

The woman was strikingly beautiful, her skin as pale and smooth as milk. Her large eyes sparkled with a spirited light, exuding a valiant and heroic aura.

Sensing an attack from five assailants on her left, her gaze turned icy. With a flick of her wrist, her long sword coiled and twisted like a serpent. As the five closed in, the sword lashed out five times in a single second