PREVIEW
... re-emerged.
Pah!
The Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor spat out a mouthful of coagulated blood, his
dragon robe tattered, the crown on his head shattered long ago, his long hair scattered, an image of utter defeat.
He was deeply shocked, he didn’t expect to still fail to block Pei Xuanjing’s sword.
Pei Xuanjing couldn’t help but admire, the Seven Kills Sword was indeed worthy of its reputation as the divine weapon of the Seven Kills Sword Sect, even surpassing his S ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE