C484 realm of the transvestite

The pheasant nodded as well, a sneer on its face.

In any case, to him, Wang Xiaoyu only needed to die. As for how he died and who killed him, that was not the issue he was concerned about.

Just as he was speaking, Yin Jue dragged his black blade and walked towards Wang Xiaoyu and the rest. With every step, the dense black mist on the blade would roil about