บท 133: Who’s the Oriole? (2)

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Bo Wu felt as if he was already at the death's door. Because he was the closest to the man and also the one who was slower, he didn't manage to escape far. His back was scorched hot because of the attack just now.

Right now, he wanted nothing more but to skin that man alive. If only it was possible, he wished that he could torture and kill that man who came to him just now in the most gruesome method he could think of. To think that he would fall into such annoying attack in this time.

The man in white was not any better. His previously clean white robe was now dirty and his hair was messy. There was no longer any trace of him being a powerful cultivator who had good background anymore.

Granted, it was not easy to escape from that kind of desperate attack.