Shi Xiong coordinated seamlessly, the Poisoned Horned Cone in his hand continuously harassing, its cold light flashing, leaving the white-clad scholar defenseless.
The white-clad scholar struggled desperately within the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net, letting out cries of despair, but all was in vain.
At this moment, the inn's atmosphere seemed shadowed by a layer of bloody haze.
The cold wind blew fiercely, stirring the dust and blood on the ground, mixing together and filling the air with a pungent bloody scent.
Beside stood Guo Xiangyu, holding a bamboo knife, her gaze firm and fiery.
