C480 The Desperate Tong Ming

"Zheng~!"

A sword's cry pierced the air of the Royal Capital of Ming, echoing to the heavens and earth.

The Killing Saber, once radiating a chilling gleam, now blazed as vividly as blood.

That blood-red blade exuded an aura of despair—slaughter, darkness, coldness, cruelty...

This malevolent presence turned Tong Ming's face ghostly pale, as if he had seen a specter in the light of day