Divine Weapon, Ming Hong (1)
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
Boom!
A dazzling white light erupted from Yin Yuzhu's body, and an invincible aura soared into the sky.
The seductive smile was gone from her face. Now, she was as cold as ice as her entire body radiated authority.
"How dare you struggle? Can you even struggle? Submit obediently!" Yin Yuzhu's lips didn't move as a cold and dignified voice sounded in the air.
A cold light shot out from her eyes and landed on the blade in her hand.
The saber trembled violently, but under Yin Yuzhu's might, its movements became weaker and weaker.
At the end, a plaintive cry seemed to fill the air. Then it subsided.
The blade was more than three feet long, and the entire blade was straight and curved. The back was slightly thick, and the blade was blood red, as if it had been dyed red with blood. The sharpness of the blade surged and sizzled in the air.