C1529 Death of Zhang Lingyun

His expression was proud and arrogant, his aura soaring to the heavens. His ice-cold gaze was akin to a sharp sword piercing through the void.

One Eight Saints and two Seven Saints, yet his expression was as though a divine god had descended.

"Release them!"

There was a trace of anger in the cold, indifferent voice, as if there was no room for doubt