genius?

The coldness released from Emil Dagman did not shake Leng Yue. He glanced at Meng Qing with an evil look, his eyes like knives: "Go ahead." As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Yue trotted towards Emil Dagman. Although he took small steps, his speed was extremely fast, like a whirlwind. The dust on the ground was rolled up and then turned into dust under the sword intent. With every small step Leng Yue took, the sword intent in the space became stronger. In that brief moment, he took at least...