C383 Ping Tiancilang

The blade was as reflective as a mirror, its edge gleaming with a frosty light that seemed to flow endlessly, enhancing its chilling sharpness. Without a doubt, it was an exceptional sword capable of slicing through gold and jade.

As the aura of death enveloped him, Han Yuhao found himself speechless.

Instinctively, the energy from his dantian surged through his meridians