blade, as clear and cold as ice jade, remained unstained by blood. Blood trickled down the blade, converging at the tip into a single drop of thick blood before falling to the ground.Meanwhile, Wang T...""They won't be able to fight," said Dantai Jing, who had never spoken a word before, with a sly smile.Su Pingbei was taken aback, but before he could open his mouth to ask, a voice came from the carr...
Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger