chapter 129 Cut off one's arm

"You are the army on the battlefield. Who are you? Which organization are you?" Qingnan thought desperately in his mind. The knives in their hands have been put away. In front of such a powerful lineup, any weapon is just a joke. The tremendous bloodiness of these people can only be cultivated on the battlefield. "Ten thousand miles of white sand covered Shura, a hundred years of fierce fire forged the devil!" Mr. Cordell slowly spoke! Qing Nan and the others looked at Mr. Cordell for...