Ye Yang arched her brow and laughed,On the left side, one person spoke in a low voice: "Since you, Ye Yang, are still alive, how can we die"Here it is:>>The bronze gate was heavy and ancient, exuding...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theed by various factions.These recruited cultivators were mostly solitary practitioners, or those whose sects and clans had been destroyed and left homeless. They attached themselves to the Zhou family...