C107 Iron king xuan li

In the depths of the cave abode, in a stone room that was densely covered in dark green light and countless strange markings, a skinny and weak figure was sitting cross-legged.

"Father, how did this happen …"

"Who did it? Who did it?"

Xiong Maotiegang walked in, and when he saw the almost decayed figure in front of him, his golden pupils were filled with grief, indignation, and fury