C59 Divine Sword Mountain Manor Disciple

"Ninth Hall Master, quickly, kill him! I want him dead..." Han Dali rose to his feet with the support of the white-haired elder, his face twisted in a grotesque snarl as he bellowed with all his might.

His eyes burned with a venomous hatred, as if he wished to devour Lu Chen whole.

The white-haired elder paused briefly, then pressed on with a grave tone, "I'll ask you once more