Divine Phoenix of He

The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,She turned her head slightly, glancing around, then shifted her gaze and fixed it on the man.,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.。