บท 638: Does Your Face Hurt (1)

In the secular world, every heir prince of the Thousand Poisons Sect was a supreme emperor who ruled over thousands of dynasties. Even in the cultivation world of the Southern Wasteland, their status was comparable to the leaders of middle-level immortal sects.

These more than 100 legacy Crown Princes who were qualified to enter the 300 worlds were the best among the hundreds of legacy Crown Princes. Their status was undoubtedly higher.

This was especially true for the legacy crown prince of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. His status was not inferior to that of the top immortal sects in the Southern Wasteland. He was almost comparable to the ordinary ancient giants in the outside world.

However, such a group of big shots were respectful when they faced Cui Zhicheng and Zhu Wuyang. They were afraid that they wouldn't lick them well enough, that they wouldn't lick them right enough, or that they would lick them until they made Zhu Wuyang and Cui Zhicheng feel disgusted.