"Ning Zhuo, you are indeed my... husband!" Mu Lan also saw the battle situation, and her fighting spirit increased as she killed the enemies more fiercely.
"Hehehehe." Suddenly, Xiang Yue's light laughter emerged from the wind.
"It hurts a bit." He continued.
"Thank you, I haven't tasted this feeling for a long time."
"However, let's stop here."
Martial Art - Sky Splitting Palm!
Xiang Yue's powerful body shuddered as he fiercely pushed his palm.
Ning Zhuo's face changed dramatically, sensing a tremendous force that he couldn't resist, piercing through, like an invisible mountain directly crashing into him.
Poof.
Ning Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward and landing on the ground like a broken sack.
The severe pain made his face look terrifyingly fierce.
