C1167 Open Door Killing Formation
Bloodstains were etched across Hsiao Yao's face, with three 'King'-shaped lines on his forehead standing out prominently. The topmost line was fading slowly, its power finally spent.
Unconcerned, Hsiao Yao's blood seemed to boil as he charged, frenzied, toward his opponent.
"Damn you, bastard!"
His fists hammered down on Xuanyuan Hongguang, deforming the once handsome
