C589 A Proud Son of Heaven Thousands of Storms

The five hundred and eighty-eighth chapter of the first generation of heaven's pride, Thousand Flowers.

The blade light was resplendent, and the specks of starlight were slowly rotating, forming a hazy halo.

"He must be in pain." Tang Yin's voice was low and barely audible, but the baldy still heard it.

"He must be in pain." The baldy lowered his head and pointed to the tip of his toes