chapter 58 Qiu Qianqian

Outside the underground palace, Qiu Leng's black clothes were covered with dust, and his face was bruised and bruised. Who would have thought that the son of the Poison Emperor, the leader of the younger generation, would end up in this situation.

Such a miserable look should not have appeared on him. To him, those people in the Ghost Sect were like ants on the ground. He could kill them in an instant, but he did not take action.

This is not cowardice, nor is it disdain,...