Golden Blood

"It should be a special breed."

Song Shi felt that he was thinking too much. Some poisons were more poisonous the more beautiful they were. Naturally, they were colorful.

The seven colors of the alms bowl most likely corresponded to seven different nature of cultivation methods.

Thinking of the treasures of different natures that appeared in the periphery of the basin, Song Shi stopped this association.

A thunderous sound interrupted his thoughts. The Bronze Chariot that fell to the ground released the power of lightning and killed a large number of bats nearby.

Roar!

The Golden Qilin Beast pulled the chariot and barged forward. The Ye Family used the chariot as a cover to counterattack.

Seeing that the battle had reached its climax, Song Shi's expression changed slightly. He quickly locked onto the few fellows who had killed him.

"You can't die. I have to end you all myself."