Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fu F

hree thousand strands of hair, long and disheveled, obscured most of her face.Occasionally, a slight breeze would brush past, revealing half of her face. Even in that glimpse, it was as white as snow,...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.of a single person with such deference.Even she could only sigh in admiration at the masked woman.Her handwriting is too large, walking through ancient history, resisting the passage of time, epochs c...