C43 Article 10 spirit veins

At the same time, in a valley not too far away from Chu Ling and the others, Zhao Ziping was currently holding a sharp sword and unceasingly thrusting at the purple light mink which was already ingrained with blood and flesh, as if he was determined to mince it into minced meat!

"Bastard, damn it, trash, I have raised you for so long, why didn't you help me stop that bastard Chu Ling just now,