The Throes of a Trapped Beast
編輯: Henyee Translations
The sword energy instantly tore apart Liu Yizhi's outer robe.
This tear revealed the thin white middle layer garment inside, which fluttered in the obscure light of the night.
"Cough, cough, cough." Liu Yizhi's breathing was irregular, causing him to cough numerous times, but his old eyes still harbored a poisonous glint that shot at the crown prince in front of him.
"Great, you Northern Mo crown prince! You, you, aren't you afraid that killing every last one of our Shuntian Prefecture will bring an unexpected calamity upon your Northern Mo?"
Yet Crown Prince Mo's response was an abrupt sword ray to his shoulder.
Liu Yizhi, however, had long been on guard, so this sword blade only struck a defensive shield.
Nevertheless, this seemingly light slash abruptly shattered the defensive shield on Liu Yizhi's body.