C616 Sixth Sword Intent

"You guys go ahead. Oh right, leave some behind when you leave, don't break the root, or else this thing will be born too slowly!" Wang Xiaohu's words were directed towards Little Fatso. This fellow's style was definitely above average, almost catching up to him. If Xuanzang was not beside him, Wang Xiaohu would have definitely had his roots cut off …

Wind, thunder, rain, snow, massacre, hatred