"Hand it over!" Linghu Xinglang held his saber in his right hand and extended his left hand, palm facing upward.
The mountain wind whipped open his cloak, the bloodstains on it mottled against the night.
"What is the Grand Commander's meaning?" Wang Rui instinctively protected his chest, where the Holy Spirit Fruit, won at the cost of his life, was kept.
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