Divine Phoenix of He

A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.,The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,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.。