Divine Phoenix of He

At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。