Swoosh!
Among the three attacking Qin Yang, the Cold Wolf's sharp, icy Wolf Claw was the first to strike angrily at Qin Yang's head.
"First, I'll break your Wolf Claw!"
Qin Yang's face turned icy cold.
Accompanied by the clear sound of a dragon's roar, Qin Yang swung the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in his hand. At this moment, the sword shimmered with an icy white glow, incredibly sharp, as if it could slice through anything in the world like ice and snow.
Pfft~!
The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword sliced through the Wolf Claw, sending two bloody wolf fingers flying into the air.
"Ah...!"
The Cold Wolf let out a scream, his massive body staggering back two steps.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth. With a slight push of his toes, his body leaped into the air like the wind, reaching the same height as the Cold Wolf's head.
"Die."
