Su Qinghe wore a cold expression, his eyes as icy as frozen stars and his words as piercing as a bitter winter wind. Without waiting for Zi Yunxi to speak again, he made his move.
Spreading his palms, he unleashed a barrage of Sword Qi that surged forward like a violent squall and torrential rain. This Sword Qi was peerlessly sharp, carrying an aura of endless slaughter.
"Su Qinghe! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Chapter 338