Young Miss Tian Wu
Editor: JayC
In the courtyard, the violet clothed young man stood there quietly like a statue.
"He really is comprehending concept." Feng Wu Dao’s gaze descended onto the surroundings of the violet clothed young man.
Presently, the surface of the violet clothed young man was covered with strands of faint flickering azure colored energy, and a wave of dense aura effused out from it.
This aura belonged to Concept.
This Concept wasn’t unfamiliar to Feng Wu Dao.
"Wind Concept…" With a raise of his hand, the airflow in the sky flashed out as strong gusts of wing flew out from within his sleeve and gushed towards the violet clothed young man.
Right at this moment, the azure energy on the surface of the young man’s body abruptly rose up explosively and blocked the strong wing that assaulted him.
Whoosh!
In the sky, the energy of heaven and earth roiled the converge into seven ancient horned dragons in the end…