"Is it a weapon of the most powerful?" Mi Qingxue thinks to herself.

as a saint, she is also a senior saint. It is impossible for her to be intimidated by holy weapons. The only possible weapon is the powerful one or even more powerful one.

but if it's the supreme weapon, it should be more than this majesty, so it's probably the weapon of the most powerful.

"break the ice wall..."

Ye Chu holds the throne of ice in his hand, and the fire in his eyes is more intense. Half of the eight kinds of tiger spirits almost jump out of his eyes.

"husha!"

now mi Qingxue recognizes...