C1910 The Ancient Mystery of Dust and Smoke

"Gu Xuan, you're just like an ant, you actually want to raise your realm before the battle!"

Like an eyeball, Holy Pill's eyes were filled with malevolence.

"Dream on!"

This Seat's strength had already been restored to his High Rank of Saint Stage.

But now, all of it has been destroyed by you!

If This Seat were to die today, I won't let you live a peaceful life