Who is broadcasting?
Who dares to broadcast?
Feng family member, are you seeking death?
Why broadcast me of all people, targeting this very hall?
In the thirty years of my spotlight moments, you don't broadcast, but now you broadcast me kneeling down to the five regions?
...
"Sizzle~"
The scene provided by the Dao Imparting Mirror showed Hallmaster Dao turning his gaze, his pupils suddenly dilated, and then lost their light.
He hung his head like a deflated puppet, powerless.
Suddenly behind him, at the summit of Xu Yue Grey Palace, a rainbow light emerged, and sacred clouds gathered.
"Hehe.."
A breeze-like, fairy toned chuckle sounded from the Nine Heavens Misty, soon after a tall figure stepped out of the dawn light.
He wore a star robe, dignified, with a gold hairpin on his head, his black hair neatly combed, holding the divine Sinan in his hand, striding forward like a dragon and a tiger, fully displaying his spirit.
"Awesome."
Xu Xiaoshou was convinced.
