C412 Reencounter Family

"Eight teeth …"

The Ten Soldier of Little Spring, who was also not a soft persimmon, brandished the blade in his hand. His face was filled with the resolution to fight to the death.

"Bam!"

A heavy punch directly landed on his head! Blood flowed down the face of the ten guards of Little Spring City like a small river …

"Clang!"

The longblade in his hand fell straight to the ground