ter wave of tail stinger attacks.Sun Xiaoyan's cries had become choked sobs. After all, he was only thirteen years old."Mother! Sister!" he cried.Dou Yuemei suddenly shouted loudly: "Sun Xiaoyan, turn...ment is real and tangible. His horse, bow, spear, and sword are all genuine articles. His bearing is imposing, his killing intent palpable. He seems to have just finished a battle, truly gathered fro...