C1526 To Me as If I Were a God

"How could I lose to the Sword Spiltting Saint?"

Gao Hu was half-kneeling on the ground, and his expression had already fallen into a daze. He could not accept the cruel reality.

"You're courting death by going against your master!"

The Sword Spiltting Saint had already sheathed his sword and stood beside Xiao Ling