The person rolled backward and stood right before his eyes.
A white mask, a black robe, wasn't this the person from the Dark Clan he had encountered last time at Spirit Mountain?
"Leave the person behind, and I might spare your life."
He ordered hoarsely, his eyes under the mask filled with sinister light.
Yun Shangyuan didn't bother talking, he struck with his palm!
The speed of the Seven-colored Spiritual Power was incredibly fast, the man narrowly dodged it, but his shoulder still bled.
He glanced at the wound unconcernedly, his voice icy cold.
"Since you refuse the offered wine and choose punishment instead, don't blame me for being rude!"
As his words fell, the two were already clashing in the air.
Yun Shangyuan's strength had increased substantially since the last time, and within a few moves, the man in black was struggling to defend himself.
This won't do, continuing like this will surely lead to his death!
