Your sister's death alone can cut off the Thousand-Year Demon Soul that the Demon Cult was cultivating, thus saving countless lives."Zhao Xuan was breathing heavily, staring at He Chenchen with eyes..."Shout, shout, shout your sister!" Fang Yu frowned, the blade in his hand flashed a blue glow.

The sword qi was extremely sharp and imbued with a holy aura.

The dragon's roar, accompanied by the sound of swords cleaving through the air, echoed together.

"Ah ah ah ah..." surprised Fang Yu a bit.Why aren't there two full burstsHowever, just by exploding one, the aura emanating from the double pupils disappeared."The Yin-Yang Grand Venerable... his eyes should also be...