"Is it? I can't wait any longer, come on!" Ding Hao said and licked his lips, eyes burning with crazy fervor.

At this moment, Ding Hao gave the impression of being like a sharp sword—although it may lose to its opponent, it will not bend.

A swordsman. That was a swordsman's pride.

Ding Hao also had his personal pride.

Ding Hao's eyes seemed to be kindled with a crazy enthusiasm, while Li Muyun's eyes appeared deep in a trance, as if remembering a person or a ...