C392 Broken Arm(2)

Even the rogue cultivators were like this, let alone the people of Heavenly Flower Tribe.

Hua Baiyu, Hua Qianhun, and the others had pale faces, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Death?

Could it be that the Prospective Saint of Heavenly Flower Tribe, Hua Manying, would really die here today?

"No!"

Some people were wailing in pain in their hearts