1567 saint of Light 6

“Experts from Wuji Empire, your invitation is really something new!”

Wang Xian’s voice covered the front of Wuji Empire’s palace.

When Wuji Empire and all the priests heard this voice, everyone was stunned.

The voice was so arrogant!

This short sentence carried a hint of mockery.

This priest Wang actually dared to mock the Wuji Empire.

Everyone looked towards the sky at the same time.

It was a plain figure. He didn’t have a dazzling brilliance nor did he have a powerful aura.

He was dressed in pure white and was walking towards them slowly.

There wasn’t a hint of fear, respect, and respect in his eyes.

“He Yuan, this brother of yours is really...”

The old man standing beside he yuan looked at Wang Xian’s figure and whispered to he yuan in a speechless manner.

His eyes sparkled and were filled with shock.

This young man... No, this sky demon really didn’t put anyone in his eyes!

He Yuan looked at Wang Xian with a pained expression.