C129 Immortal God Five Steps

"Despicable and shameless!" Ling Yin launched a sneak attack from behind. Zhao Lin let out an enraged roar as his body leaned backward. Then, with a swift spin, he charged forward, his Magic Sword thrusting toward Ling Yin's chest. "Back off!" Ling Yin bellowed, swinging his Demon Subduing Pestle to strike Zhao Lin's Magic Sword. But he didn't stop there; bending his body