C944 Breath of Killing Descendants

"Ninth Grade Pill Saint! You are the Ninth Grade Pill Saint! " Seeing the ball of faint white flame that appeared on Wu Hui's palm, Steward Wang's expression became indescribably shocked. He could not help but shout out, and it was not only him, Zhang Junshan and the numerous Martial Saint reverends were also shocked as they stared fixedly at the fire spirit that appeared in Wu Hui's hand