The injured Ao Cangsheng could no longer initiate a defense.
There was a trace of reluctance on his face; he couldn't imagine how someone as evil as him would die in a corner of the Imperial City.
Seeing five streaks of white light flashing again, he slashed at his own neck. Ao Cangsheng closed his eyes, awaiting the imminent death.
"Crane arm"
However, just as Ao Cangsheng closed his eyes, a deafening roar sounded in his ears.
In the cacophony, Ao Cangsheng suddenly opened his eyes.
To his shock, he discovered that the five masked men who had just rushed in front of him were now flying backwards with a wave of a hand.
"Five Celestials, against a broken-life Monk, do you have no shame?"
After a blow to my heart, there was a sound of breathing behind me.
The moment this voice was heard, a heart that was hanging in the air safely and calmly returned to its stomach.
This voice was none other than Mo Fengshui's.
