C1152 Summoning the Heavenly Song of the Dao

"Puff …"

Blood spurted out, but Mu Xing's head still hung low, unwilling to give up.

The dark hand lightly wiped the sword in his hand, wiping away the blood. Then it looked at the people hidden in the distance, its cold gaze making their hearts tremble.

Afterwards, they returned to their respective places and began their closed doors cultivation.

"..."

The Son of Heaven Territory