The terrifying sword intent, like the sharpest weapon in the world, left King Qiye covered in wounds. His clothes were shredded, and his skin beneath was marked with ferocious sword trails. Even his cheeks and neck bore two bloody gashes.
"King Qiye!" Chen Yu was startled and hurried forward to check on him.
"Puh!" A mouthful of fresh blood spewed wildly from King Qiye's mouth, and his face turned extremely pale.
Chapter 1090