in mid-air, its powerful mental shock instantly recoiling under the onslaught of the golden dragon's roar imbued with spiritual energy. 。Just then, a golden beam shot from its golden vertical eyes,...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ing towards her and Tang Wulin. 。Gu Yue's previous attack was merely a warm-up. The moment the four orbs of light shot out, her right hand swiped through the air. Her soul rings flared with brilliance...