Li Yun's fist was deeply embedded in the crack of the bluestone, and the blood meandered into a small stream along the fingers. The falling ginkgo leaves on the martial arts field brushed against his swollen right face and made a tingling sound on his trouser legs. "Trash is trash, even low-grade Huang-level martial arts can't handle three moves." Zhao Tianxiang played with the blood-stained dagger, with a sarcastic curve on his lips. . . . . .
Intention: Ascend to the fairy world and face more powerful enemies and the laws of heaven