C921 Shinto son of god

"This Ancient Sword is mine, let me thank you!"

At this moment, a sneer sounded from the surroundings.

Following that, a voice swept across Chu Ling's eyes like a gust of wind.

Before he could come back to his senses, the man had already retreated.

What was in his hand was the Ancient Sword.

The man's face was pale, and he didn't look very old