C445 A Touch of Blood Red

The Netherworld Sword flew towards Wei Sannlin's head.

"Don't even think about killing me!" Wei Sannlin, who only had his head left, roared. The arm that had been cut off on the side moved automatically without any wind. He relied on one arm to collide with the Netherworld Sword, neutralizing Zhang Haorann's threat.

Zhang Haorann's eyes moved. "Luo Sheng's Body Control Technique