Xinhong’s face was pale, clutching her left shoulder. A black qi flickered on and off there, with dark red blood seeping out intermittently. Her steps were unsteady as she moved. It was clear that she..."Thousand-faced demon, look at what kind of thing you've cultivated into these years." 。also dare to be so brazen herefriends. Lu Xia Tian felt that after so many years of cultivation, they had all reached their current state. Those past little things and grudges were long gone, seemingly insignificant. It seemed tha...