C297 Return Qingling to Me!

Ye Mo glanced sideways, a gleam of sharpness in his eyes, and uttered a soft sound of surprise as he gazed at the sword hilt wrapped in iron chains resting on his shoulder.

Whoosh!

Unexpectedly, the Devourer's Bloodsword, sheathed at his shoulder, let out a piercing cry and shot into the air.

"Is the Devourer's Bloodsword about to go berserk again?"

Muttering to himself