Take a single strike from my sword

Having entered the Black Tower, one could only comply and submit no matter how powerful one was!

Ling Han turned around, and looked at Yang Guan.

His battle with the Asura Demon Emperor might have seemed long, but in reality, it was simply a matter of two or three strikes. At this time, Yang Guan was still under immense shock, and had only started to return to his senses just a moment ago.

Peng, from a distance, Xiao Miaoyan flew out of the broken mountain. The clothes on her body were torn in many places, revealing her snow white skin, making her appear extremely alluring. Blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth, and her face was pale, her hair somewhat messy, and her eyes full of fear.

She was truly scared.

How could she match the current Ling Han?