C352 Zhan Tian Luo Guang

A line of blood shot out from the blood and cut off the falling palm. He held it for a few times before losing his "strength."

All of this happened in the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint. By the time Tian Luoguang reacted, his palm was already gone. He hurriedly grabbed the wound on his wrist to stop the blood from spurting out