C822 Qin Xiangtian

Thunderous rumbling!

The Qin's secret chamber collapsed in a mere instant, all triggered by a single utterance from the middle-aged man.

Yang Chen's figure recoiled with explosive speed, vacating the spot.

Beams of red light burst forth from the middle-aged man, but it was not merely light—it was blood, thick to the extreme.

The old man, too, was shrouded within this sanguine glow