C572 I Am a God Here

Woo Zhengyang remained motionless in the face of Youth Zheng's sword, as if he had been scared silly.

A cold smile flashed across the faces of the disciples of Heavenly Mirror Pavilion, as if they had already seen Woo Zhengyang being cut in half.

At this moment, Youth Zheng's sword was only an inch away from Woo Zhengyang's head