C273 Yang Zhan Hai, dead!

Yang Qinglin frowned as he stared at the crowd. Traces of blood gradually congealed in his scarlet eyes.

Originally, he was afraid that Lin Jian would join forces with everyone and that way, he would really have no chance at all. However, now, seeing the Lin Jian who was only standing in front of him, he immediately smiled.

"How arrogant."

Yang Qinglin raised his long blade