"The Lord of the Wu Division of the Blood Marsh is right outside."
HISS!
Yuan Mie gasped sharply, his legs turning to jelly.
Late Stage of Golden Immortal.
Mo Baijun frowned deeply. Although he had lost control and fallen into demonic deviation for years, the Blood Marsh had known some things prior to this. The Blood Marsh consisted of five divisions, and the Lord of the Wu Division was at the Late Stage of Golden Immortal, yet he was simultaneously the weakest among the five lords of the Blood Marsh.
"Let's give it a try."
With the Lord of the Blood Marsh right outside, it was entirely predictable that Xu Yang was in massive trouble. Otherwise, Mo Baijun wouldn't have needed to say those words. He didn't have a choice either.
"Kid, what kind of trick are you playing?"
