me people, like him, were spitting blood. Others had pale faces and bodies trembling uncontrollably, clearly wounded, either severely or lightly.When Xiang Xuan removed the jade flute from her lips, o...dormant for four years. Today, he's going to make a name for himself!"At this point, no one doubted Bao Yuanqiang's words anymore.Wang Jian's name is no stranger to them, and the reason for his fame i...
Chapter Thirteen: The Sixth Peak