C4321 Conflict!

On the top of the huge and glorious palace, Dao Venerate Pure Yang, who was dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe, was so worried that his eyebrows almost fell off.

He sighed, his teeth itching. “What is the Blackheaven Divine Sect thinking? They actually dared to attack me. Damn it, damn it, did they take the wrong medicine?”

Beside Dao Venerate Pure Yang were two middle-aged cultivators