C1187 The Crazy Su Ye

Su Ye exuded a contemptuous demeanor, his killing intent as cold as ice, yet his face bore a relaxed smile. He didn't even bother to reach for his sword.

Meanwhile, the girl in purple felt an icy shiver run through her, as if a ravenous wolf had fixed its gaze upon her.

"I'll target your right shoulder with this sword strike," Su Ye announced, arms crossed, his voice dripping with nonchalance