C29 Madman
Hee Qianhui pointed a finger, and with a whoosh, a black sword in his palm shot towards Lee Yi.
A shrill scream tore through the air, reminiscent of ghostly wails and howling wolves, chilling to the core.
Many disciples in the audience couldn't help but cover their ears, their minds unsettled by the sound. Those with weaker wills rolled their eyes back, veins bulging