a step forward, and unleashed a palm strike.Carrying the power of ancient holy blood, it slammed into the chest of the supreme demon corpse.The prehistoric holy body's qi and blood have a strong supp...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.