C905 Withering

In the blink of an eye, every member of the Yan family lay dead.

The Martial Academy onlookers' pupils dilated in shock, their gaze fixed on the solitary white-haired figure standing on the battle platform. His white hair billowed, and his black garments danced in the wind like those of a Demon God. Seemingly harmless, he wielded a terrifying power.

Yang Tao's skin prickled with tension