บท 971: The Return
บรรณาธิการ: Transn
Seeing that Di Jing had run out of the imperial palace, Gu Ji's eyes lit up as a wave of murderous intent swept over him. He charged mercilessly at Di Jing.
"Ha! Di Jing, you've yet to recover from the severe injuries I caused you last time! It'd be the death of you today since you dare to come out." Gu Ji cackled. He knew that it would be difficult to kill Di Jing at the latter's peak but it was a different story now that Di Jing was severelyinjured.
"Die!" Gu Ji shouted with a cold voice as he thrust his long spear and created a hole in the Void.
"Even if I die, you won't live well." Di Jing was infuriated.
For the past 1,000 years, he heard ruthless mockery and scolding from outside the palace day after day. He couldn't endure it any longer.
He would rather die now as a hero then continue living as a coward in the palace.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
ของขวัญ
-- ได้รับของขวัญแล้ว สถานะพลังงานรายสัปดาห์
-- การจัดอันดับด้วยพลัง 
-- หินพลัง