C181 Objectives of the World Conference

"Those who hurt my brothers, die!" With a flash of killing intent, Nie Shao charged forward once again. The Snow Drinking Berserk Knife released a burst of cold Qi, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by a lot.

"Boom!" "Pfft!" With another sound, Nie Shao unleashed the might of his royal knife, and slashed out with all his might