C69 The Power of the Seven Evils Palm

"Ling'er, don't be rude."

Zhu Ke yelled as she pulled Zhu Ling behind her and looked apologetically at Han Feng. Although she didn't know what the other party's Secret Arts was, her instincts told her that the Secret Arts that Han Feng had just used was definitely not simple.

With the rusted sword on his back and the peerless Secret Arts on his body