Divine Phoenix of He

As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,The man was taken aback. At that moment, he saw a small hand covered in blood suddenly grab the tip of the blade!,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.。