Murong Yue
編集者: Larbre Studio
In such a short time, Sikong Two had defeated all the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall and destroyed their cultivation.
Then he waved his sleeve. A giant blade made of golden lights was formed, floating in midair. Then it flew out to break the iron chains on the wrists and ankles of the slaves.
"Thank you so much for you help, Master!"
The disciples of the Occult Realm Sect bowed to Sikong Two immediately to show gratitude after having been freed.
The Young Lord of the Blood Dragon was furious in his sedan chair. Should the black face monk be so bold to challenge the Blood Dragon Hall in the Yuan Mansion?
He pushed the two beauties in his arms away. Two balls of red Holy Qi were condensed from his palms. He said with a low voice, "I will fight with you. Show me what you've got?"
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A more than 30-meters-long blood dragon shadow appeared and winded on the body of the Young Lord of the Blood Dragon, strengthening his Qi.