C184 The wind had stopped

"Master!"

Wang Shuo turned his head, forcefully dragging his twisted body forward.

Blood dyed the stage red.

His vision darkened, but he could not drown the grief in his heart.

The stone sword regained its calmness, all its energy had disappeared, it had regained its calmness, as if it was dead.

The little old man stood tall and straight, calmly looking at Wang Shuo. In a split-second