C1288 Thousands of Martial Wills

"Bang!"

Unable to withstand the pressure, an explosion erupted from Han Jian's body.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Stinking brat, get up and meditate."

Cold Abyss Sword Saint glared at Han Jian.

Han Jian had held on to his limit, which made Cold Abyss Sword Saint somewhat satisfied.

However, at this moment