C22

"Now, it's your turn!" Without even looking at the dead Liu Wuzhi, Wu Hen gently untied the jade belt from his waist.

Canglang Lang's crisp and clear sword hum resounded throughout the entire hall.

Formless' face was cold as he grasped his flexible sword. The profound energy around his body was powerful and restrained, causing Yu Ding Yi and Xu Yining to feel immense pressure