When the purple-eyed boy heard song qingxiao's words, it was as if he had heard a fantasy story. However, he saw that her expression was serious and did not seem to be joking with him. He was so angry that he laughed and made a strange 'hehe' sound.
"You're overestimating yourself." His voice was dry and hoarse, mixed with a strange laughter, which did not match his young face. It sounded creepy, ""I do have a mustard seed dimensional space ..."
The purple-eyed boy stopped for a moment, turned his wrist, and turned his palm up, his five claws forming a half-bent shape.
With the surge of Ling power, electric arcs appeared on his white fingertips and gradually formed a ball of purple lightning in his palm.
"Let's see if you have the ability to obtain it."
Under the guidance of his spirit energy, the wind and clouds quickly gathered above his head, covering the sky. In an instant, the light within a radius of several Li darkened by several degrees.
