Crushing Ju Wuwei

"It's best not to go down. This person is truly powerful," Li Yue reminded once again.

"No matter how strong he is, he's still an outsider like me. We both entered this Saint Kingdom at the same time. If I don't dare to draw my saber, there's no need for me to use it in the future."

Ju Wuwei snorted coldly, sitting in the basket and descending directly. This was a confrontation between outsiders.

The commando team on the city wall did not intervene in such challenges.

Holding the Tiger Wing, Ju Wuwei advanced step by step toward Ming Xie.

The present Ju Wuwei had completely transformed his military achievements into his strength. At this moment, he was at the peak of his condition. Even facing someone who could sit atop a black dragon, he showed no fear.

The clattering of footsteps echoed through the corridor.

Ju Wuwei sprinted wildly, right hand gripping the saber hilt.