C390 One Thought

Lin Yu watched in horror as his Snow Feather Crane was shattered to pieces by a single, devastating palm strike. The sky was filled with a macabre Blood Rain and fragments of flesh.

His pupils shrank abruptly, a glacial light flickering within them, signaling a deep-seated killing intent. Instinctively, he clenched the sword in his hand, his fighting spirit and murderous urge uncontrollable