The Kun dragon was filled with hatred. He was unwilling to accept the fact that he had fainted. His body was trembling slightly as his consciousness struggled to cross over in the boundless darkness. He wanted nothing more than to immediately charge out and clear his name!
However, he was trapped in his inner world. The dao fragments in his body were flying about chaotically, almost tearing him apart.
“His mental quality is too poor. He fainted before I could even exert my strength. Is this the so-called number one holy blade of the Yongzhou Camp?”
Chu Feng shook his head. His hair was flying in the wind and he had a very serious expression. His blood and courage had been etched deeply into the hearts of many people and was difficult to erase.
Of course, this was reflected in the hearts of those who didn’t know the inside story.
