"This is too tragic."
Sikong Zhuo trembled and swallowed his saliva. The sound of an explosion could be heard, and even his soul was thumping.
The other party's face was covered in blood. Both sides of his face were swollen, and many of his teeth had fallen out.
Furthermore, they could tell that the other party's strength was not weaker than theirs. In fact, he was much stronger. But so what if he was strong? he was still easily crushed by this terrifying person.
"Stop! What do you want? tell me!" The Holy son's face was burning with pain, as if it was being split open. He didn't know where this guy came from and why he was so brutal.
The Holy immortal cult's old ancestor stepped forward."Young man, what's the matter with you? Peak Master Lin said clearly that he will give you a chance to undergo labor reform in the magnificent flame sect for three to four hundred years. If you succeed, you will be free. Why can't you understand?"
