Chapter Forty-Nine: The Night Watchman

g's soul technique, which was half-formed, dissipated. Jiang Yan's hand of azure smoke had already lashed out.The scene of the Black Heart Demon being crushed to death with a slap could almost be see... Wen Lianmu scratched his head, his thoughts racing, and finally found another excuse: "The Guanting platform is filled with talented individuals, they clash and rub shoulders, it's natural to spark a...