A Desperate Counterattack, Narrow Escapes
Bai Wuhen was sent flying by a kick, crashing heavily against the ice wall and coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood. Ling Yin was burning with anxiety, her flute playing growing increasingly rapid as sonic waves shot toward the long-robed man like sharp blades. Unflustered, the long-robed man formed hand seals with both hands, conjuring an ice shield once again that easily blocked Ling Yin's attack.
"Hmph, with just this little trick, you dare act wild in front of me?" The long-robed man sneered disdainfully, his eyes filled with contempt.
Chapter 398