C2410

"Leave behind all your treasures and I'll let you go."

Otherwise, die! "

The leader of the bandits coldly stared at Nanke. In his hand was a long blade that emitted a cold light.

A baleful aura was emitted from the blade.

Obviously, this was a treasured blade that could kill who knows how many Martial Cultivator.

Nan Xuanzi knew that he must not show any signs of fear