nificant gains."Whew, this is a quasi-saint herb!""There are a lot of holy medicines too!""That is a pool of spirit liquid!"These prodigies who entered the Kunpeng's Nest were dumbfounded by the sight...Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fufeng, Suppressing Quasi-Immortals with One Hand

A voice, cold and powerful, echoed across the heavens.

At this moment, no one refuted.

Su Hongyi and Shen Le naturally wouldn't retort.

Maharaja, too, had long since been won over by Jun Xiaoyao's performance.

As for Zhúyè and Yún Xiǎohēi.

Now we are like two trembling mice.