The Protégé
Following the unsheathed Dragon Scale Sword, a wave of black-colored cold radiance rushed into the sky, shooting towards Lucian.
Berserk. This black light was unusually wild and violent, as if it could tear apart the world.
* Bang! *
Lucian's eyes widened. He wanted to dodge, but the black shadow was too swift, not giving him any breathing room.
“Puchi~~~”
After being struck by the black light, Lucian wailed in anguish. He spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately sprayed it onto the white snow.
“Berserk sword intent!” Yang Xiao was surprised a lot.
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