"Who... who is that godly person? Why did he save me?"
Xia Yanyi's face was pale, and his severed arm still bled profusely, but at the moment, he could not afford to be concerned about himself, as he stared in shock at the golden figure.
Wang Zhongqiu, who was even more terrifying than Qin Miesheng, ended up having one of his palms chopped off by the golden figure after just one encounter.
"This is... the Primordial Spirit! The Primordial Spirit!"
Wang Zhongqiu and Hong Mantian both stared intently at the golden figure, and after a brief moment of confusion, they instantly recognized what it was, the Primordial Spirit! The legendary Primordial Spirit!
"How... How is this possible? Who exactly is this person? An old monster who has cultivated a Primordial Spirit appears in such a trivial place?"
Wang Zhongqiu's scalp numbed, and his heart pounded like a drum, knowing what it meant to cultivate a Primordial Spirit.
