ood splashed onto him, some of it landing on his head. Without a doubt, more of it covered his body. 。While his body was still relatively stable, Tang Wulin gathered the bloodstained shirt and pants...g!" A series of crisp clanging sounds continuously rang from where the sword claws met. 。Now the gap is evident. Every collision, despite Ye Xinglan's best efforts to unleash his sword intent, he was...