ght shot out, moving with incredible speed.Instantly, it darted over to Jun Xiaoyao's side.That gleam, was a miniature arrow.Although power, and the rule arrows from before, are heaven and earth apart...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.ife, and the power of resentment.Everything, just like a mighty river, was swept into the Immortal Sect.It's as if some presence were consuming these powers.“What on earth is going on”Don't even menti...