Dao Wanqian channeled his Daoist qi in a surging roar, paper talismans fluttering into the air as his peachwood sword orbited his body!
Mo Buzhi laughed uproariously, his eyes ablaze with a desperate intent to die: "We Daxia people would rather sing and die in the rain than live under another's thumb. Hear my song of the autumn mobilization!"
A righteous aura radiated from his very being, resonating with the heavens and the earth!
Chapter 33