Chapter 112: The Musician

my current martial arts skills offering no hope, I can only rely on it.A finely crafted, small wooden box appeared before Wang Xuan. His hands flashed with streaks of talismans as terrifying cold air...n the distance, debris was scattered everywhere, and a group of disciples lay on the ground. After Han Kuang finished speaking, he coughed out a mouthful of blood and fainted."Trash," Yin Hao spat.Lin...