C297 Corpse Siege
Chen Ming glanced ahead and with a swift wave of his hand, the Spring and Autumn Sword in his grasp unleashed a flurry of blades, each one converging into a single, mighty strike. The blade's light touched down, cleaving the icy ground, yet to Chen Ming's surprise, the resulting fissure was unexpectedly small.
The Ghost Immortal chuckled, "No need for astonishment
