Xu Qing was like a kite with a broken string. He tried his best to restrain himself, but he involuntarily flew out.
He slammed into the eaves and fell to the ground in a sorry state with the shattered tiles.
Pain surged in his chest. His body trembled and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't believe it.
Although he had been drugged, he had forced out a lot of the drug. He had at least 60% of his strength, but he was unable to fight back against this person.
He endured the pain and raised his neck which was about to break. He looked at the black-robed man walking towards him in the night.
The man was wearing a mask, revealing eyes that were like a bottomless abyss.
This person emitted the aura of a death warrior.
Was he from Western Jin…
No.
The people of Western Jin had no grudge against them…
Xu Qing vaguely felt that he had seen these eyes somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.
"Who… are you?"
