With the slash of the blade, the space before him was torn apart like a piece of light gauze. Yet, Xiao Zining's figure suddenly paused, and the blade struck empty air.
Guiding his body to turn leisurely, Xiao Zining looked down at the two men from above. Holding the Blood-Red Sword, the corners of his mouth curved upward. "Who said I was running?"
"Divine Heavenly Thunder Slash!"
Chapter 810