C35 His Life Was Hanging by a Thread

Ye Chuan's room was in a mess. The cracks on the wall showed how much Ye Chuan had suffered from that punch.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The Black-robed Man smelled it and seemed to enjoy the smell.

"Hehe, you still have the right to resist? Looks like this old fool Lu Tianxing is really good to you