her massive wave of energy spread out, and Jun Xiaoyao and the Supreme Demon Corpse simultaneously retreated.Jun Xiaoyao's arms were numb, and his chest was churning with qi and blood.“This feeling is...The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade.e me, the heir of the Eight-Headed Emperor Clan, who has mediocre talent at best"But he was a waste, unable to cultivate even."As for my daughter, she is, within our clan, the most outstanding person...