"The Array of Hundred Flying Wheels!" A trace of fear flashed through Zhu Yunhong's eyes. Despite his rousing speech earlier, the sight of the formation that had nearly claimed his life still unsettled him.
"Even a Martial Artist of the Fourth Grade would find it difficult to break free from the Array of Hundred Flying Wheels. Brother, your Cultivation Level hasn't reached that extent. I think it's a waste of time to try," said Ji Kongyou between her words, her beautiful face revealing a sweet smile that seemed to drain the colors from the world around her.
Although Fu Yuqing's beauty was not only on par with hers but even slightly superior, Ji Kongyou's rare smile outshone Fu Yuqing's radiance at that moment.
