C133 Demon Blood in Hand

"Tick tock."

Ling Yun pointed his spear diagonally at the ground. Drops of blood slowly flowed down from the tip of the spear.

"Shua!"

Ling Yun raised the spear in his hand again. This time, his target was Eleventh Prince.

"Eleventh Prince, Yan Tiansheng, right? Put down the Demonic Blood in your hand. You can die now."

Ling Yun's cold and powerful voice was heard