Setting Up a Trap
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Hold on."
Xuan Yi frowned slightly and glanced at King Hun Ling. "Why don't you take a palm strike before you leave?"
He keenly sensed that a terrifying aura rose behind him as Xuan Yi spoke.
In an instant, the golden light in the sky withered and the first heavenly king fled.
The people from the Golden Palace were stunned.
They blinked and sensed that before King Hun Ling left, he glared at them.
Who was that woman beside Xuan Yi?
She actually made the king address her as a senior, and he didn't even dare to take a palm strike!
Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and confusion.
Even the people from the heavenly king forces behind them had to lower their heads to show their respect to King Hun Ling.
Everyone looked at each other with beads of sweat on their foreheads.
At this moment, in the Golden Palace, the king let out a long breath.