Chapter Sixteen: Furnace River of Iron

Hai Zongming with a flick of his wristbrought it down like a fisherman reeling in his catch.Four flying swords shot swiftly into the sky, but they scattered soon after leaving their point of origin. 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！igh in his hand, its blade gleaming with an ethereal light.This blade falls.The Fourth Style of the Seven Forms of Fighting, Divine Extinction!Once, when Doumian was at Chíyún Mountain, he had also pe...