Facing the crisis, Qing Yu stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.
Sword Light danced around his body—green Sword Qi swirling, shredding everything foreign.
Xuanyin Sword Armor.
Frost bite and ax force assaulted him, but both were obliterated by the barrier of Sword Qi. Qing Yu didn't need to move a single step to neutralize the combined attacks of two opponents.
"Is that all it comes to?" Qing Yu shook his head with a sigh, his tone showing a hint of disappointment, or perhaps just contemplation.
"Stop, you two outcasts, and you sir."
At that moment, the Demon Young Master lifted his hood, revealing a sinister face.
Hmm... yes, sinister.
It must be said that the level of the world also impacts how certain traits are pronounced. For example, in Qing Yu's previous life, ordinary people trying to give an evil grin would only end up grinning awkwardly.
