C87 Lingering Death

"Soul Chasing Sword Art, Condense!"

Despite the surprise attack, Su Lang had already expected this outcome. With a flick of his wrist, a silver glint of light suddenly flashed before him.

*Cling! Clang!*

The deafening reverberations of the clashing swords echoed through the entire Ye Family Mansion.

Throughout that exchange, Ye Feizhang stood firmly in his stance, unmoving. On the other hand