C291 Hard to Kill
He strode forward, his veins writhing like tiny serpents beneath his flushed skin. His martial veins had surged from the 94th to the 95th meridian!
The surrounding warriors recoiled, intimidated by his formidable presence. A thick, suffocating murderous aura enveloped them, making their breaths heavy with fear. They tried to hide their terror, but their hands, gripping their weapons
