r only lasted three breaths before shattering under a barrage of sword lights.The crisscrossing blades slashed down, a staccato rhythm echoing through the air. The cultivator's body trembled violently...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient"outh 30%, and the West only a pitiful 20%.Fifty years is not enough time to determine the future development of a region, but this is ultimately a good start.This martial arts competition, if we can s...