C361 The Miserable Ghost Claw
As the chilling claw imprint descended, Du Shaofu's face broke into a faint smile. With an agile sidestep, he allowed the claw to strike his shoulder.
"Sizzle!"
The icy claw imprint tore through Du Shaofu's Profound Qi defense, viciously raking his shoulder and leaving several bloody trails, yet it failed to penetrate any deeper.
"You can't take my life!"
His voice, cold and resolute
