C113 Mirror Mystical Mountain Destroyer
The first glimmer of dawn shone as the wind blew past. The heartless martial practitioners of the martial arts world. Vampiric winds and rivers of blood, torrential waves, how many geniuses of Martial Realm were there?
Su Lingyue looked at the demonic expert who covered his face. He did not make a move, nor did he speak. His gentle Confucian aura was like a cool breeze