A Clone of Flower

"B-Brother!" Bo Qiujia’s eye corners twitched intensively while he stared at Priest Corpse, who was flying backward and vomiting blood, in a great shock. "You, you hold on… I, I’m covering Prince Tianming and these disciples to retreat!"

Bo Qiujia was truly frightened. He was the only one who knew the background of that gray hassock under Priest Corpse’s feet. He also knew that the seemingly simple and coarse long robe worn by Priest Corpse was actually transformed from a great treasure of defense. Pan Xi was actually so terrifying.