Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

you have to say, but I won't give you even a sliver of a chance.His cultivation was abolished, and Hu Shaomeng spat out another mouthful of blood.But he seemed to be prepared, breathing hard and sayin...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！ text you'd like me to translate!The divine fire that fills the altar spreads like a blossoming firework.>Jiang Wang's fresh blood fell into the fire, making the color of the fire more brilliant and t...