C829 Without Roots Without Kindness One Is Born to Sorrow

The Supreme-Soul Celestial Lance was like a crescent shadow, fiercely slashing down along the moonlight, and like a whip, it exploded in mid-air with a series of sonic booms.

Miao Hsing was half-naked and his body covered in black iron sand was gradually surrounded by true energy. He put strength into his arms and they endlessly rushed out