Wu Yun slowly gathered into a large dark cloud. Just as he was about to split the Heavenly Dao Cliff, he was stunned!
Eh?
That’s not right. When he came, he said he would split the Heavenly Dao Cliff. Why was there another target below?
That little girl had a heavenly lightning spirit root, right? Logically speaking, she should have been killed long ago. Why did he let her live to such an age?
Then, the question came. As the most loyal and powerful protector of Tian Dao, should she kill the little girl with the Heavenly Thunder Spirit Root?
Wu Yun was clearly in a dilemma. Which one should she kill?
Just as Wu Yun was wandering around, a bird call came from below. “Wah Wah, you shameless coquettish slut! You actually dared to use such a noble color like black. Did I allow you to use it? Only someone of my noble bloodline is worthy of the noble black color.”