C885 Sword Spirit

The spear pressed against the little girl's neck, and fresh blood trickled down occasionally.

Terrified, the little girl burst into tears.

"Heavenly Oracle, this isn't you!"

Just then, an icy voice cut through the air as the figure of a white-clothed youth materialized in front of Lin Chang'an, his eyes radiating a chilling fury as he confronted Lin Chang'an