"Regardless of whether your Blood Escape Art is orthodox or not, go to hell right now!"
Murong Xue roared, taking a step forward and raising her long spear high like a javelin.
The spear burst with dazzling crimson, its image slicing through the air like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, heading straight for Feng Wuji's chest with a piercing shriek!
Chapter 95