Below, in the bi Wu courtyard of the PEI residence.
All the hair on Yu Xue Zhao's body stood on end, and if not for the fact that he was wary of the blood contract, he would have immediately fled a thousand li away!
Due to the appearance of this black tribulation cloud, the birds, beasts, insects, and ants in the surroundings disappeared without a trace. The entire courtyard was as quiet as death, and PEI Ling could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
Above his head, the nine souls saber was suspended in mid-air, sinking and floating.
The blade of the saber was like the night of a summer day, surrounded by nine complicated blood patterns, looking even more sorrowful and strange. The long saber was silent, waiting quietly.