Insect On My Palm

The ships floated silently on the Heavenly River and Feng Wuji sweated crazily under the intensifying pressure.

His identity was very special, allowing him to be respected wherever he went. He had quite a position in Bi Luo Palace and even able to converse with monarch existences freely without flinching.

He was a very smart person, the disciple of an innate god and possessed two sovereign races' bloodline but before this man, he had been losing to him not once, not twice, but every single time.

"Zhong Yue! You can't kill me and I am not afraid of you!"

Feng Wuji's eyes locked onto Zhong Yue, "My teacher had left a protective spell in my psyche ocean. Apart from that, there are also some other spells given by the other monarchs. My power is far beyond your imagination! Whatever I have in my psyche ocean is enough to protect me from grave dangers six times!"