C267 A Nose Blood Prison

"It's all of you!"

In the air, Li Chen clutched his chest as he slowly descended. His pupils slightly contracted as he looked in the opposite direction.

A young martial practitioner with a sturdy figure and a blood-red robe was wielding a blood-red long blade. His gaze was sharp and cold, and it was actually Qiu Qianyi.

The other man looked a bit young, a few years younger than Li Chen