s flickered still.Zhao Fang sat quietly, his head bowed on the seat. A dagger was plunged into his chest, his slightly aged hand clutching the hilt tightly, crimson blood flowing down from the wound.T...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！ly obliterate a martial artist of the Xiantian realm."If one were to use true energy, even at the limit of the innate realm, it would likely be a matter of a single punch."Only practice.>Only then can...