conveyed silently.Now all he had to do was fully refine these fifty drops of holy blood.Wǔhù, not only has the hope of survival, but also the possibility of transformation!Those who benefit are not ju...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.ious death.No, it's suspicion of insects.And now, because of his greed, he has been single-handedly killed by the young Jun Xiaoyao.It's truly frustrating."Your Majesty, to me, is no longer an exalted...