Who would dare to step forward?
Beiting Huang's gaze landed heavily on the Heaven Rank experts who had come with Tang Yan. Her dark eyes were like a sharp sword that hung above everyone's heads. The soft sword in her hand circled around her like a halo of a god, enveloping her.
No one dared to go against her. No one could withstand such pressure. The killing intent on her body seemed to have materialized and gurgled into the sky. In the sky, a huge black hole stared at her like the eyes of a death god. Just like what they had seen just now, a dark ball of energy emerged from Beiting Huang's soft sword.
"Who else? Come with me!"
Her clear voice carried the killing intent on her body and echoed in the distance. As her voice rose, her clothes flew. Everyone was stirred by this cold killing intent and retreated one after another. It was as if Beiting Huang was the death god that had escaped from hell. The silver flexible sword in her hand was like a black sickle in everyone's eyes.
