temple simply cannot accommodate a great Buddha like Jun Xiaoyao!"Ah!"A piercing shriek, emanating from the Mother Qi Cauldron, was the cry of the Celestial Stone Spirit as it roared in anguish.With...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.as labored.Under this kind of oppressive aura, she felt incredibly small and insignificant, her heart filled with despair.This is the gap between a dragon and an ant.Mythical Emperor, too strong, too...