"My hand, my hand!!!"
Shen man fell to the ground, as if she had turned into a female ghost. Her voice was almost hysterical, and blood was splashing out from her right arm.
This sudden scene shocked everyone. Then, several elders stood in front of the crowd to protect them.
Mu Caiwei looked at the blood on her hand in a daze. Then, she turned around to look at the entrance of the room, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"Young master, this person's strength isn't enough. Be careful ..." An old man stood in front of young master Yao Yue, his eyes fixed on the entrance.
"All of you may leave!"
"It must be the martial Saint behind the MU Wang Castle!" Young master Yao Yue smiled faintly.
When he said this, everyone's expression froze, and Wang Ziling's face suddenly became extremely pale.
"Since you know of this ye's existence, you still dare to touch my people?" A voice as cold as the winter of the three Eastern cities slowly came from outside the door.
