"Useless trash, you can't even handle such a minor task."
As Wushuang Muqing spat out a mouthful of blood, a gaunt, white-haired old man appeared above the crowd, standing directly opposite Chu Xuan, who was treading upon the Golden Light Blade.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at the old man, and several veteran martial generals recognized him instantly.
Chapter 95