C1131 The Peak of the Twelfth Floor

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed in all directions. Despite Hsing Zhong's rapid retreat, he couldn't escape the Heaven Raking Sword's gleaming edge, which severed one of his arms.

His arm burst into a cloud of blood mist, and the searing pain made veins pop on his forehead, his complexion turning ashen.

But he couldn't afford to waste words. Fearing a relentless pursuit that might end his life