C306 Demonic Face

"Clang!"

The moment Qin Ye finished his sentence, a dragon's roar sounded out and a sword covered in cold air appeared in the palm of the Ghost-Mask.

The pair of eyes beneath the ghost mask was cold and merciless, like a thousand years of unmelting ice. Under this gaze, the seven people in front of it all felt a chill in their hearts.

It's just a kid with Spiritual Martial Stage