C445 A Smear of Blood-red

The Netherworld Sword scurried towards Wei Sanlin's head.

"Don't even think about killing me!" Wei Sanlin, who only had his head left, roared. His severed arm moved without wind, relying on his one arm to collide with the Netherworld Sword, neutralizing Zhang Haorann's threat.

Zhang Haorann's eyes lit up, "Luo Sheng's body control technique."

Forbidden arts again