C588 Transformation Stage Martial Cultivator

Chu Qing quickly discerned Mengzui's intentions and reached out to intercept her, but he was a fraction too late. Mengzui's fingers had already grazed the purple bamboo, and in a flash, her pale, delicate fingers were marred by over a dozen tiny cuts, as if sliced by an unseen blade, even though there was nothing at the base of the bamboo. Mengzui's blood, a vivid crimson