C636 Boredom

"Kill him!"

Ling Yun turned around, and his indifferent words slowly entered the cyan-robed elder's ears. He wanted to shout 'spare me', but before he could open his mouth, a few spears stabbed into his body. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"I'm the Young Hall Master of the Mystic Wind Hall. You can't kill me, otherwise, my father won't let you off