C1297 Envoy of the Hall of Souls

"You want the atypical fire map? Bah! Even if this old man were to destroy it, all of you can forget about obtaining it! "

Blood flowed out from the corner of Murong Xiong's mouth. His arm had been pierced through by an iron chain, and he was in a sorry state. He stared fiercely at Zhou Tong, Wang He, and Leng Qianqiu. Then