"Where is Rong Yunxin?"
"My Holy Lady of the Worm Valley in Southern Xinjiang, what happened to her, Lord Wolf Marquis?"
Lin Bai stepped forward with his flying sword and said in a cold voice: "If she were not the Saint of the Worm Valley in Southern Xinjiang, but an ordinary warrior, she would be drinking soup at Naihe Bridge right now."
When the ancestor of the Worm Valley in Southern Xinjiang heard these words, he immediately narrowed his eyes... So, Rong Yunxin was defeated in his hands?
How is this possible?
No matter how powerful Lin Bai is, he is only a saint son from a top sect. How can he be compared with my powerful saint?
Was Rong Yunxin waterproofed on purpose?
Many questions emerged in the heart of the ancestor of the Southern Xinjiang Worm Valley.
Chapter completed!