"This sword was brimming with killing intent."
Ye Xuan felt the murderous aura coming from behind and halted in his tracks, punching backward, striking the sword light.
Their clash caused both the sword fist and the sword light to shatter almost simultaneously.
An extremely fierce and chilling Sword Qi rippled out.
"What a venomous woman."
Ye Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. This Song Ling had been utterly merciless from the start, her moves deadly and ruthless, aiming to put him to death.
This type of woman differed from Zuo Shi's petulance; she was genuinely malicious, her spiteful nature fostered within the Heavenly Martial Holy Land.
"So young yet killing without batting an eye even towards fellow sect members proves your master taught you only swordsmanship and not the principles of being human."
Ye Xuan spoke coldly.
"A joke, you think you're qualified to lecture me?"
