บท 739: Chapter 738: Saint Dragon Pavilion

"Get lost, far away!" Yusuf Zuck's gaze was ice-cold as he looked at Old Wang, as though in his eyes, this Divination Cultivator, despite being powerful, was nothing more than an ant.

"You!" Hearing Yusuf Zuck's words, Old Wang's breath hitched, and a tremendous murderous aura surged forth.

How could a little cultivator who had just stepped into the Golden Core Realm dare tell him to get lost? His hands trembled with rage, and his teeth gritted audibly.

Yusuf Zuck's fingers also twitched uncontrollably, because he really wanted to unleash a strand of Golden Purple Fire and burn this bastard to death.

He was quite certain that his alchemic fire had grown stronger; it had been purely purple before, but now it had taken on a golden hue. After all, he had successfully crossed the heavenly tribulation and entered the Golden Core Realm, which had granted him divine fire through the baptism of the heavenly tribulation.