"Senior, did Supreme Saint leave me any items or last words?"
Shang Yaoqin asked crisply, her voice like the clear sound of water striking stone, pleasing to the ear, like celestial music.
But to Flower Yingying, this sound was simply unbearable, for it suddenly reminded her of the unbearable memories from Black Heaven.
Memories of the deceased flooded her mind like a raging river, too overwhelming to fend off...
"Just a Divine Spirit of an Emperor Artifact, daring to howl wildly before me, spewing nonsense? Let Dong Zheng Yang come!"
Xuan Guangqiao, like a demon god, spoke indifferently, exerting force with his large hand, pressing the Mountain and River Pen until it screeched in agony, cracking Dong Supreme Saint's body, spilling blood everywhere.
"You vile dragon, I will strip your skin, pull your tendons."
Xuan Guangqiao shouted fiercely, using both hands to brutally tear off Dong Supreme Saint's skin, leaving him bloody — extremely savage!
