C171 The Butcher Cut the Bull!
"Eh?"
Duan Guanlan exclaimed softly, his lips curling into a delighted smile as though he had stumbled upon an uncharted land.
The "Cursemark" affixed to his forehead shimmered, its patterns weaving through the air before him, conjuring the hallowed grounds of the Ruby Hand sect!
Rivers of flame meandered below, the sky ablaze, and grand palaces stood tall
