C939 Shen-lei Tai
"Fourth Elder!"
In the midst of the flustered cries of shock, Chu Hen pushed her blade forward. The dense, cold blade light instantly chopped off half of the middle-aged man's palm and slashed across his neck …
The warm blood was like a dancing spring.
A round head flew out along with the severed palm.
"Whoosh!"
The Tianye Blade released a resonant death cry
