Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fu F

voice came again.< Xuan Yue's delicate body was trembling, her face slightly turned. >Just then, a voice, tinged with coldness, rang out."Don't look back!"Jun Xiaoyao's voice, like a basin of cold wa...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. powerful that even the formations of Tiangzi Garden couldn't suppress it, and the entire Xiji Ancient City could feel it."What's going on, this fluctuation!""From Tiānzìyuán, which master of source a...