Divine Phoenix of He

"Dead Well, that's good! A few days ago you offended the son of Marquis Yinshan, so I kept you here and now I will send your corpse to him. It'll be a favor to the young master!",The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,To live, to survive, endless killing and slaughter day and night have left his hands riddled with wounds, ugly and scarred.。