C1317 Duanmu Ting the Veteran Nascent Soul Cultivator
"Jiang Taichu, you dared to insult me today, so you must die!"
A cold glint flashed across Shen Lang's eyes, carrying deep hatred and venom.
A black light surged around his body as his thousand tails swayed in unison. He was like a huge dragon that was like a river, engulfing the entire sky and dyeing half of the sky black.
Every single huge tail was capable of shattering the sky