C1173 You Don't Know Me?

When Gu Xuan reminded him, it was obviously too late.

When the Semi-Saint Withered Grass, whose face was covered in blood, was attacking the ten surrounding Martial Cultivator s, a strong killing intent flashed past his eyes.

"Withered grass, die!"

A blood-red dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

This dagger had always been within his sleeve