章 1611: The Army pressing down on the border (1)

Clang!

The wine jar in li lingsu's hand shattered on the ground. He stared at Asuro in a daze and stammered, "

"A, a what?"

Asuro's expression did not change as he repeated, "

"Asuro!"

The Saint stuttered, "

"W-what Suro?"

Asuro replied patiently, "

"Asuro!"

The Saint swallowed his saliva and said, "

"What?"

Asuro's fingertip touched his forehead, and the Golden paint quickly spread all over his body, turning him into a dark golden statue.

At the same time, there was a sizzling sound behind his head, and a ring of burning fire appeared. The high temperature dispelled the cold, and the surrounding area entered the middle of summer.

Clang! Clang!

The wine jars in the hands of Chu Yuanyou, li Miaozhen, and master Hengyuan all shattered to the ground.

Their expressions were the same as the Holy son's, their eyes staring straight at Asuro's golden body.