C1609 Great Perfection

Jiang Zhuo's face turned pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood. The protective aura on his body shattered, and the blood-colored swords pierced through his body from all directions.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The blood-colored swords carried a string of blood, and Jiang Zhuo's body was like a broken sack as he fell weakly onto the ground.

Meng Qinghan