C1218 Netherworld
When the Xie Loong and Xiang Shaoyun were fighting, he still dared to be distracted, and wanted to escape from Xiang Shaoyun's Holy Soul Avatar, so that he could engulf the person who was trying to escape.
How could Xiang Shaoyun give it that chance?
"You dare to be distracted while battling me? You're courting death!" Xiang Shaoyun roared, the Holy Sword of Light in his hands flourished