The long saber slashed down, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. However, not far away, Huo Changliu's figure still appeared. He did not die from the saber strike just now.
Of course, at this moment, Huo Changliu's condition did not look very good either. In that instant, he seemed to have avoided the fatal point. However, there was also a huge wound on his chest. Golden bones could be faintly seen through the wound.
An extraordinary aura spread out Huo Changliu. He seemed to have an extraordinary physique. Or perhaps it could be said that he had once cultivated a unique secret body forging technique. There was a hint of gold in his blood, and he seemed to have a divine and extraordinary aura.
"Who are you?"
A cold voice came from the front and finally reached the ears of everyone present.
Huo Changliu's eyes were focused on where Xiao Han was. There seemed to be a divine king appearing in his eyes at this moment, exuding boundless majesty.
