Especially upon seeing that Ding Ling was not holding a weapon, Tangg Ying'e was stunned, furious, then wildly ecstatic, unable to refrain from looking up to the sky and laughing loudly:
"When King Yama wants you dead by three, he won't keep you alive till five. Ding Ling, your arrogance and conceit; today is the day you die!"
"Die for me!"
The Seventeen Paths of Mount Song Swordsmanship unfurled!
Every move was majestic! Like rivers rushing, like a waterfall pounding the earth!
At this moment, Tangg Ying'e's inner strength was at its supreme! At its strongest! Mighty to the utmost!
Urged by inner strength.
This Seventeen Paths of Mount Song Swordsmanship became deadly with every move, every sword forcing one's soul!
Deng Bafeng, just watching from behind, couldn't help but have his hairs stand on end, feeling a sense of oppression and dread as if visited by the Death God!
While he found it hard to believe that Tangg Ying'e was so strong, Ding Ling calmly extended his palm!
