Chapter 630: Sever Your Dao Foundation

The middle-aged man's face twisted with a vicious expression, making him look truly frightening. His face was covered in blood; when the scroll was pierced, nearly ten bloody gashes appeared on his face, his skull almost splitting open. "Do you know the fate of those who oppose my clan?" the middle-aged man stared intently at Harta. His left hand clenched the flute, blood streaming down its body. "I may not know the outcome for your clan's enemies, but I know exactly what's going to happen to you!"...