C935 Bloodline Awakening

On the green mountain peak, Old Daoist Han's speed was as fast as thunder. His continuous and ruthless palm strikes created a screen, causing the air to vibrate and the leaves to rustle. It was somewhat desolate.

Little Mi was lying paralyzed in the sandpit, her surroundings were a mess. Her originally petite body now looked even thinner, with one hand covering her cherry lips