Nascent Soul stage Monster Beasts!
Two - no, three of them!
Just who exactly is this person?
Murong felt a chill crawling on his scalp when he saw "Daoist Huangmu" being killed by the young man with a single slash.
The young man turned a cold gaze towards him, sending shivers down his spine, he could not help but swallow hard. "I...I mean no...no offence. I beg for mercy... in return, I am willing to... to surrender... the ancient immortal's remaining mansion to you."
This plea, was close to begging for his life.
In the Yellow Spring Cave, any hot-blooded cultivator would have been long dead. The only ones left alive are adaptable individuals who could easily shed their dignity and reputation, just for the sake of survival.
Gu Yang effortlessly caught Luo Kun's sword, the Frost Frost edging was hardly a challenge.
The spirit contained within this peerless divine weapon was on the verge of disintegration.
