C518 Motian's Thoughts

Shangguan Wuqing raised his head and roared. He held the Raw Dust Umbrella in his hand and rushed into the sky. The pitch-black black light was even more terrifying!

"Do you want to fight to the death?" Seeing Shangguan Wuqing rushing over in anger, Faang Ming smiled and said. To Faang Ming, the more Shangguan Wuqing was angry