C217 Han Jiangling

"Die? We'll see whether it's you or me!" Bai Yeh's gaze turned icy as he flicked his arm, a glint of cold light dancing along his sleeve.

Clang!

The unmistakable sound of a sword singing.

Jiang Hee's hair stood on end as a bone-chilling coldness suddenly enveloped him, piercing straight to his core.

His eyes narrowed, and he quickly raised his blade to block, but in that instant..