Truth and Slaughter
"Insolence!"
A voice as cold as ice suddenly rang out from nowhere.
In the next moment, a candlelight appeared out of thin air, like a falling star, directly aiming for Ding Mian's chest.
An aura filled the surroundings, and in an instant, the candles in the hall seemed to come to life.
With wrathful eyes wide open, the wrathful eyes stared fiercely at Ding Mian, as if ready to strike at any moment!
Ding Mian's entire body bristled with goosebumps, not daring to hesitate anymore. He withdrew the palm force in his hand and suddenly retreated towards the source of the voice. A fierce palm strike erupted, blood surged, and true qi surged.
That streak of sword light tore through the blood curtain in an instant and continued to stab towards Ding Mian's chest.
"You're seeking death!"
Behind Ding Mian, two figures rushed out.