ao was carefree and his golden light surged. He directly resisted the witch god's curse.That was a ghastly spell of the witch god, capable of instantly turning a saint into black pus and blood. Howeve...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.he imperial court.unless it's self-inflicted.But perversely, there are forces that actually court pain."Clan Cang..."Jun Xiaoyao said nonchalantly, his words tinged with a hint of casualness.He still...