C275 Concealment

"Rayspire Sword Breaks the Nine Heavens!"

A streak of golden light flashed across the sky, not aiming for the black-clad youth aloft but the building behind him.

Hanjian stood at a distance, his face twisted into a sinister grin as he watched Zhou Ming.

His earlier display of soulcraft had been a mere feint; his true intention was this devastating sword strike