C408 Jiang Tianhe

Standing in mid-air, he stared at Yue Ming. Within his cold gaze, the chilling murderous intent was exceptionally obvious. The Xuanyuan sword in his hand released a faint purple light. Lin Fan slowly took a step forward, and his delicate face suddenly twisted. There was only one outcome for those who wanted to humiliate Dongfang Qingyun — death!

Staring blankly at Lin Fan who was getting closer