Chapter 110.2
He knew that he might fall here today. Still, the only thing he can do is fight to the death.
As for the option of escaping, it simply doesn’t exist. Because he hasn’t heard of anyone who was able to escape under Leng Lingyue’s hands.
Old Ying took a deep breath. The next moment, his entire figure disappeared into the night.
Leng Lingyue stayed where she was, motionless, as if she hadn’t reacted at all.
However, in an instant, moves were exchanged!
Under the cover of the night, shadow blades shot towards Leng Lingyue from all directions.
Leng Lingyue snorted coldly and swung the Wangyue Sword with her right hand, and a full moon seemed to appear vaguely behind her.
Immediately, the moonlight burst out, and a sound as dense as popping beans sounded.
Countless shadow blades were swept by the moonlight and dissipated one after another like snow melting upon meeting the sun.