ivine glow, like a heavenly blade, slashed out.Kacha!The chains that bound him began to creak ominously under the strain.Then came a deafening roar.Wu Hu carried a stone tablet on his back, covered in...Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fufeng, Suppressing Quasi-Immortals with One Hand

A voice, cold and powerful, echoed across the heavens.

At this moment, no one refuted.

Su Hongyi and Shen Le naturally wouldn't retort.

Maharaja, too, had long since been won over by Jun Xiaoyao's performance.

As for Zhúyè and Yún Xiǎohēi.

Now we are like two trembling mice.ian Yun contained someone like Jun Xiaoyao, a monstrously talented prodigy.That shouldn't be oppressed to this point either."Well, refusing a toast means accepting the penalty." Zi Yan Tianjun sighed....