The voice of Ye Fengsheng in the sky was preparing to go down to find the Sound Creation Master. His figure only wavered slightly. A sense of murder had already appeared before him. His toes lightly touched the void. He wielded fierce waves, rising with the help of martial strength. As his body turned, the dark dagger had already sliced through thrice, tearing the air.
These three swords did not follow any rules. Hurrying to swing fists wildly to kill the master, it was truly reckless. Unexpectedly, as people retracted their gaze, a ghostly figure was forced out by the three swords. It stopped in the sky, and he looked at the two tears on his clothes. Even if not for dodging in time, there would be three points of damage.
"Why?"
