Bloody Battle
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Within the field, all the rules were useless. Only the field master's own will was the ruler of everything.
"Zhao Jing, you're courting death!"
Lu Xuan said coldly. Zhao Jing's actions were the type that Lu Xuan hated the most.
At the critical moment, that demon claw directly clawed down at Lu Xuan.
Zhao Jing's expression was cold and grim, becoming more and more malevolent as if he was a real devil.
Devil qi covered the sky and the sun!
Zhao Jing stood in the sky, like a pillar that supported the sky. When he looked at Lu Xuan, it was as if he was looking at an ant.
From what Lu Xuan said, it was just a struggle before his death in his eyes. He no longer had the mood to say anything to Lu Xuan. He only wanted to directly kill Lu Xuan with one claw.
In the next moment, everything changed. His golden field was torn apart in an instant. In an instant, a sword ray shot across the sky.