Lord of Ten Thousand

Shentu Meng looked up at the sky, closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and let the rain wash over him. Then he said coldly: "Tonight the wind is strong enough, the rain is heavy enough. I'll take your bone relic tonight, and no one will know it was me.",When he awoke from his dream, the frail energy within him was forcefully jolted awake by reality. Perhaps he would never have the chance to get up again.,After an unknown amount of time, a cold voice suddenly rang in his ear.。