He began to cough violently, struggling to crawl towards Wang Shi. Stopping Wang Shi was the only thing he could remember now.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "Take a good rest, one more punch and you might really die."
The Mountain God desperately turned his head, trying to see clearly who the owner of the voice was.
But his vision was very blurred, he couldn't see clearly at all, only that person slowly drew a long sword from his chest and disappeared like a falling leaf.
That sword,
He had seen it before.
...
Wang Shi looked at the young man ahead, and the excitement brewing in his eyes finally reached its peak at this moment.
His face was flushed, as if he had just experienced a tumultuous affair, gaining unprecedented pleasure in the entanglement.
He panted heavily, walking step by step towards the young man.
