C643 Holy Pond (1)

Revealing his back in front of the enemy, no matter how Lv Liang struggled, it was all useless now. Xia Xuan grabbed Lv Liang's arm, preventing the iron rod in his hand from hitting Lv Liang.

At the same time, Xia Xuan raised his other hand high up, the flamethrower spear tip releasing a cold light, as if it wanted to pierce through Lv Liang's head.

Xia Xuan is not some philanthropist