He, who had just cast 17, was now on the verge of casting 18. As expected, killing was the best way to cultivate.
It was good that there were too many dead souls. At least those guys didn’t dare to barge in.
Just as he was thinking, a figure appeared outside the group of dead souls.
His black robe was torn, revealing his golden robe.
On the outside, Dao Cheng looked at the faint voice coming from inside and said, “Su Yu, the human and immortal races are allies. I’ll invite you to the Immortal World as a guest again. Are You Willing?”
“I’m Willing, Your Grandpa!”
Su Yu sneered, “What are you pretending for? Dao Cheng, right? You still want to play this game with me at this time? You’re so hypocritical! Why Don’t you just say that you want to kill me? Then I’ll look up to you!”
Dao Cheng didn’t say anything. He took a step forward, and the aura of death surrounded him.
However, Dao Cheng’s golden robe flickered with light, resisting the aura of death.
