C372 I Was Crippled
A sigh of relief washed over Ouyang Shuang's tense, pallid face as the cold, indifferent voice reached his ears.
"Chi la!"
In a flash, under the watchful eyes of many, a figure in a purple robe appeared behind Ouyang Shuang.
As Guo Ming's fierce blade energy bore down on Ouyang Shuang's back, the figure in purple nonchalantly swept a sleeve, sending a powerful gust sweeping through the air
