C1078 The Sovereign's Divine Might!
The golden light screen, at that moment, acted like a bottomless pit, devouring the sword beam that Chu Yan had unleashed without a trace or sound.
Chu Yan's gaze sharpened.
He then looked up to see Chu Xing, who was gradually getting to his feet behind the screen of light.
Chu Xing was clutching his chest, racked with coughs.
With each cough, a thick gush of blood spilled from his mouth