Xiaoyao merely glanced at Yu Chanjuan before withdrawing his gaze.Though the woman before him was a top-tier furnace for cultivation, Jun Xiaoyao did not need to use the Taiyin Holy Body to practice....The pitch-black space rift was silently dissolving.

The water churned by the quake transformed into mist, a swirling cloud.

That day, the young master of the dragon clan, looked like he had some potential.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was nothing but a show, a gilded facade. voice, came from Jun Xiaoyao's mouth.As if imbued with a strange magic, it seeped into one's very soul.The entire battlefield, instantly fell silent.The eyes of Xue Ling Shengnu and the others immedi...