"Ah Xuan, our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty—could it be doomed to extinction by the Buddha Country people just like this?"
Miss Qiang leaned against Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul, gazing sorrowfully at the flood's vast expanse, her fists tightly clenched.
"Qiangqiang, don't worry—we'll have our revenge. Those who kill, will themselves be pursued by all to their deaths."
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Zhou Family's Troupe, beneath the Ancestor Tree.
Zhou Lingyi rarely showed signs of anxiety, but at this moment, she mechanically circled around the Ancestor Tree.
"Master Zhou, who could have imagined that those Gods were actually Buddha Country's covert agents? Otherwise, why not let the Ancestor Tree teleport me to Mingjiang? I want to see if relying on reverse divine descent can truly stop me—an old fellow clinging to life."
Yuan Buyu had only seven sticks of incense worth of strength, yet the storyteller's combat prowess ranked prominently within Jing Country's Tangkou.
