"Scum! If there is an afterlife, remember this well: when you meet someone like this young master, you had better walk around him... Otherwise, no matter how many lives and lifetimes you have, you are destined to die an untimely death!"
Yang Wu rushed forward like the wind, reaching the vicinity of Duan Lingtian in the blink of an eye.
A scornful voice rang out, accompanied by a three-foot-long azure sword emanating a bone-chilling cold.
Chapter 1892