C144 Jade Sect

The word "death" had barely left his lips when Nangong Bo sprang into action. Previously, he had dashed forward with the grace of a deer bounding through the mountains, as light and elegant as a leaf carried by the breeze.

But now, his charge was a tempest of fury, echoing with the roar of thunder and the swift strike of an arrow, exuding an aura of bloodthirsty ferocity.

In the blink of an eye