Translator: Aran

  Light flashed.

  The ghost-faced grey-copper ball suddenly reappeared ten meters away.

  “Your strength surprises me.” The ghost face flashed, its expression becoming sinister. There were two faint piercing cold light like they were from the world of death.

  “Your despicable, but I am not at all surprised.” Ye Qingyu shook the [Blood Drinker Sword] in his hand, and the Martial Emperor blood that filled the sky, like swallows returning to their nest, ..