C98

"Ling Yan, die!"

Pan Xing let out an angry roar, the pitch black five foot long long knife suddenly emitted a burst of black light, the long knife slashed at Ling Yan's shoulder like a hot knife through butter.

Ling Yan's breath slowed, his eyes congealed, the force of qi and blood around his body suddenly erupted, both of his feet fiercely stomped on the ground