C395 Borrowing the Mountains and Rivers

Lee Xuan raised his jade-white palm and activated his true essence. A small whirlwind gradually condensed in his hand, eventually forming a cyclone that looked like a storm. The edge of the cyclone was incomparably sharp, as if it was a sharp electric drill that could tear through steel.

"Haha, little friend, it is still unknown who will die."

Half-immortal Chen laughed out loud