C212 Transformation

"Su Ling, what are you implying?"

In that moment, Zhang Xing was consumed by fear. Su Ling's murderous aura was palpable, instilling terror in him.

"I mean exactly what I said."

Su Ling's gaze grew steely as he launched an attack, the Desolation Sword materializing in his grasp. Lacking a sharp edge, its sheer presence was nonetheless intimidating