C67 Divine Blood Martial Spirit

Wu Ju was petrified by Ye Xu's icy words, not daring to so much as lift his head.

It wasn't until Ye Xu's silhouette had faded into the distance that Wu Ju dared to cast a fearful glance his way.

This time, Wu Ju had suffered a tremendous loss. He had unwittingly crossed a formidable figure and forfeited a hundred thousand gold coins