C1803 Ling Tian Art!

Inside the Soul Martial Hall, Bai Yeh was gasping for breath as he faced the person before him. The air was thick with an overwhelming force of destruction, all traces of alcohol swept away, and even the scent of blood had vanished.

Ying Jiuyue, though still unsteady on his feet and swaying from side to side, managed to exert immense pressure on Bai Yeh