pped lute resting on her lap.The gray robe was wide and flowing, but it could not conceal her proud figure.Three thousand strands of hair, long and disheveled, obscured most of her face.Occasionally,...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.using a moment of silence before erupting into various screams.The female cultivators of Xianling didn't expect that Jun Xiaoyao had come here for this reason.Yun Tianlai was also stunned, the envy in...