C1931 Kill Cao Wuliang

Cao Wuliang had already lost his initial imposing manner.

It was true that he was a Martial Saint.

But which of the two Martial Saint Spirit Beasts was weaker than him?

Not to mention, the martial artists in the surroundings had already forced them into a dead end.

"Dad, what do we do?"

Cao Zhifang asked, sweating profusely.

Cao Wuliang's mind was racing