"Boy, I think you're talking big. Today you've been killed. In the future, you've grown up to be the absolute scourge of the sky. When you see the sky, I'm going to do justice for the heaven and kill you, the devil talk or all the bastards." The middle-aged literati was as fierce as thunder, and his voice and color were extremely bleak, just like the devil under Jiuyou. The three foot white sword shadow floated on his head. Under his control, a burst of white light broke out, sending out endless power and cutting to murongfeng's head.

Murong Feng's body can't move, and he has been locked by his...