"Youngster, you are too presumptuous."
Within the black robe, Wu Jiao emitted a chilling and ominous voice. At the same time, a corrosive poisonous black gas spread from the black cane in her hand, enveloping the twenty or so thunderlight giant swords that came attacking.
Hiss hiss hiss~!
A burst of black smoke rose, the poisonous black gas was evaporated by the thunder's might, but cracks also appeared on those twenty or so thunderlight giant swords, both disintegrating into nothingness.
"Finally making a move."
Seeing this, Qin Yang's gaze sharpened, focusing on the black-robed old woman.
Earlier, while fiercely battling with Qiu Minghan and Qiu Mingyan, Qin Yang also kept half of his attention on this black-robed old woman. Among the three, only this black-robed old woman made him somewhat apprehensive.
"You are not an ancient martial artist, nor should you be from the Qiu Family."
Qin Yang stared coldly at the black-robed old woman.
