Kapitel 961: Draw Your Sword

Every step Ling Wushang took released an invisible pressure that made people tremble in fear. His face was so calm and indifferent that no one could tell what he was thinking or feeling. However, Bi Xuanshan knew that the calmer he appeared, the angrier he actually was.

Ling Wushang slowly walked to Zhu Tianzhi and looked at him coldly. In a low voice, he calmly said, "Draw your sword."

"Junior Brother Ling, what are you doing?" Zhu Tianzhi frowned and wanted to use his senior brother aura to counter Ling Wushang, "Is this your attitude towards your senior brother?"

"Draw your sword." Ling Wushang repeated coldly.