Bab 782: Chapter 781: Your Sword is Sharp, But My Sword is Never Dull.

Feng Shangyin's eyes flashed as he flung out eight talismans, ensuring that the 'late bloomer' was included in the Array Talismans before Zhao Yan Ye and Zhao Yixian could have second thoughts.

Space shattered, black lines in the void sprinted, Lu Bei shrieked suddenly, unceremoniously being swallowed by the darkness of the void.

Upon entering my palm, it is not up to you Xuanlong's whether you live or die.

Feng Shangyin stepped arrogantly into the void, trailing the Array Talismans, glancing at two white-haired folks with their mouths open wide, he chuckled inwardly at their bewilderment.

A Mahayana Phase cultivator that emerged from the sea of blood from the deceased of the Monster Tribe is this foolish, it just shows you the Monster Tribe is not all that.