C649 Waking

"Pfft!"

Young Master Lingxiao, who had been kneeling and pleading for mercy, felt a surge of blood rise to his throat. A mouthful of fresh blood spewed forth. Simultaneously, a cloud of blood mist burst from his chest, painting the air before him a crimson hue.

"You!"

Suspended in mid-air, Young Master Lingxiao half-knelt, gazing down at the gaping wound in his chest. From within