And the polluted blood in our hands is the latest creation, refined countless times and has already reached the finest Earth Tribulation Level!
Hmph, even if you are an Upper Immortal, in the face of the finest Earth Tribulation Level polluted blood, you will still perish and turn to dust, all thoughts extinguished."
Fang Zhixing understood, tutted repeatedly, and clicked his tongue: "So, you're confident you can kill me."
Hu Hongye sneered: "Not just you, the amount of these three bottles of polluted blood is enough to kill everyone you brought, none will escape."
Hahaha, Deputy Palace Master Fang, the era has changed, the White Light Immortal Palace's doomsday is approaching, too bad you won't see that day!"
Fang Zhixing curled his lips and disdainfully said: "Just three bottles of polluted blood make you so arrogant, truly absurd."
Hu Hongye snorted with a smile of anger: "Half a bottle is enough to kill you!"
