章節 1535: Soul of an Ancient Fey

The black-robed elder was acutely aware that Hong Feiyu was finished. Although he was still alive, his fate was no longer tied with the Martial Dao no matter how many natural treasures were invested in him. It could be said that he was living a life worse than death!

The black-robed elder suddenly looked towards Yi Yun and the ferocious tiger standing behind him like a towering mountain.

Upon seeing the tiger, the elder turned apprehensive. What the heck was that? Was it really an ancient great Fey?

"Little bastard, well done. You beat Feiyu into this state just because of a few spiteful words! For you to be so ruthless now, you will only get worse in the future!"