'Damn it...!'
His thoughts raced. Ye Ming took a deep breath, knowing it was hopeless to explain, and let out a furious roar.
He stood firm above Bihu Lake like a Son of God. As he swung his fist, the astral winds raged, colliding with Ling Zhuyun's sword strike and producing a terrifying sound that threatened to shatter eardrums.
Ling Zhuyun's gaze was icy, and she remained silent.
'If Ye Ming really has nothing to do with the Blood Immortal Sect, why would someone come to his aid at a time like this? Could the people of the Blood Immortal Sect really be framing him on purpose?'
'She now only regretted not discovering Ye Ming's ambitions sooner. If she had just believed Jiang Lan earlier, perhaps things wouldn't have become so disastrous, so irreversible.'
BOOM!
A Moon Wheel materialized behind her, casting a cold, brilliant glow. Its killing intent was chilling, as if it had transformed into a supreme Divine Weapon.
