The mountain range of the Minghu Immortal Cave was vast. As for the underground palace in the middle of the mountain, it was even grander. Every core disciple had one and enjoyed the best resources.
This was one of the most important industries of the Tai Wu lineage. After all, it could produce heavenly marrow, which was a rare item for any orthodoxy.
Chu Feng came out of seclusion and used the stone jar to protect himself. His eyes were sharp like two bolts of lightning, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
He was ready to start a massacre!
If he could wipe out a few core disciples of the Tai Wu lineage, he was destined to sell out all the top-selling periodicals in the Yang realm.
If he really succeeded, it would be equivalent to shaming the Tai Wu Heavenly Venerate’s face!
