C1025 Zhuo Wenxiang's Death

A young man in his twenties, a weak cultivator, a dying man whose life was in the hands of someone who couldn't fight back, what right did he have to have such a look?

This was Zhuo Wenxiang's current mood. In his heart, only the strong could have this kind of high and mighty gaze!

The knife flashed with a cold light. When it was stabbed