C265 The Evils of Crooked Mountain

"Old thing!" Hand over your Blood Scale Blade! "How many people do you need to hand over before you can hand it over?"

The dilapidated house had long since turned into ruins, and there were still a few corpses lying on the ground.

Dozens of strong Original Qi Stage s were all covered up, and the blades in their hands were dripping with blood.

The old man in the middle