"Miss, please hand over the taihao heavenly book!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of the Confucian in front of him changed.
He seemed to have become like a hundred thousand mountains, so high that it was impossible to climb.
The pressure of a Saint realm master descended like a falling building, its shadow shrouding everyone as they felt the oppressive chill.
"What if I don't?"
Song qingxiao only felt that she was small and fragile in front of him, like an ant or a particle.
As her voice fell, wondrous brush's aura rose to the top, and the aura of her entire person had become unfathomable.
"If you're so stubborn, why don't you turn back?"
Wondrous pen's voice had already contained the power of the scholarly faction.
The vast aura came head-on, as if it wanted to drown her.
'Clang clang clang-'
Tai kangwu, who was half-standing in front of song qingxiao, was the first to feel the pressure of this Saint realm master.
