C38 War God Zhao Yun

A violent sound exploded. At this moment, a strong sense of death rose in Murong Yu's heart. He knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand this blow no matter what.

If he were to take it head on, he would probably be torn to pieces by this terrifying sword beam.

"One day, I will kill you with my own hands." Murong Yu looked at Black-robed Man with a cold expression