The shadow did not use any Martial Arts but simply stretched out its hand and seized the sword.
DING! DING! DING! DING...
With a flick from the Gang Qi, the sword instantly flew out of Bing Ruolan's hand. Bing Ruolan grunted, her figure retreating several meters across the lake as an abnormal flush appeared on her charming face.
That shadow stood under the moonlight, finally revealing its form. It was a middle-aged man in a black robe, his hair disheveled and face grimy, his complexion gloomy. His narrow eyes glinted with a malevolent, cold light; he was clearly a sinister character.
"Hehe! I encountered this Thousand Years Blood Clam producing Spirit Blood Pearls half a year ago, but it managed to escape. I've been waiting here for five months, just for it to emerge from the Ice Mystery Lake so I can collect the Spirit Blood Pearls! You dare to snatch them? You're asking for death!"