low, gravelly voice, like wind and sand grinding against each other, suddenly sounded."Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time..."Upon hearing this voice, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered 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.n this fairy pit mustn't be wasted.He also believes that even beings like the Immortal Prince would need to spend a certain amount of time to truly reach the Altar of Immortality."You three, come here...