The Old Prince Bruch suddenly stood up, shocked in his heart. Bach had actually become a Twelve-winged Black Feather. If it weren't for Xia Hau's existence, he would certainly become the ruler of the Blood Clan!
No wonder, no wonder he would be so arrogant. Looking across the Blood Clan, no one could defeat him!
Xia Hau looked at Bach's Twelve-winged Black Feathers, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes. Immediately, it returned to calm. He suddenly gave a faint smile, his thoughts inexplicable.
At this moment, Bach flapped his Twelve-winged Black Feathers and flew into the air.
"Mr. Xia, unlock your combat form. Let me see how capable the heir of the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor truly is."
Xia Hau looked up at the sky, his thin lips slightly pursed. A moment later, a red light flashed in his eyes, and giant wings slowly unfolded from his back.
Twelve wings! They were also twelve wings!
