"You deserve to die. Don't even think about leaving Bai Sheng Mountain alive!" Bai Shaokong roared with a ferocious expression.
Ding Yue was not afraid at all. After swallowing another emperor-level pill, he had already recovered 40% of his strength.
He sighed in his heart. Wang Luo's pills were really useful.
He could not beat Bai Shaokong in a fight, but there was no problem in escaping.
Chu Xuan sighed in his heart. Ding Yue was indeed worthy of being the son of fate of the Southern Region.
The Holy Maiden of the Floating Flower Pavilion was looking at Ding Yue with a tender gaze.
This trip to the ancient ruin had yielded a lot of gains for him. If Chu Xuan had not deceived him, Ding Yue would have returned from this trip with a beautiful woman in tow; the kind of person who would stick with him through thick and thin.
