C91 Remnants of the Wood Mansion

The sword qi slashed out.

Mu Xintang howled miserably as blood stained his crotch.

Pain often made one more clear-headed.

He did not know where he got the strength from, but even though his face was pale, cold sweat poured down his face like rain. He actually forced himself to stand up and condensed a strand of spiritual power to call me