C509 Young Man of Ten Directions

A disciple of the Exquisite Brush Hall was leaning against a huge rock, holding the bloody hole in his chest as he stared blankly at Zhang Chu.

The veil on his face had been ripped off during the battle, revealing his pale and hopeless face.

Before he could speak, he spurted out a mouthful of blood before he could even open his mouth. Si Dao: "You..