C777 Soul Devouring Race

"Attacking a junior should be killed!"

The elderly figure looked at them angrily as he chased closely behind Xuanyuan Xue and Niu Thirteen with his sky-covering hand.

His silhouette flickered, appearing in front of the palm. With a single punch, the palm instantly disintegrated into ashes.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the sky