"Soul Devouring Blood Curse? Soul Devouring Blood Curse... not good..." Hearing the four words of Soul Devouring Blood Curse, Elder Zheng Da felt somewhat familiar, pondered for a while, then suddenly came to his senses, seemingly remembering something. His face abruptly changed, and he exclaimed loudly. In the blink of an eye, his whole person disappeared from the spot, as if breaking through the boundaries of space, appearing before Zhou Feng in an instant.
"Zhou Zichu! This is your good son!"
The calm expression on Elder Zheng Da's face had long disappeared. Astonishment, fear, and anger mixed together, making his features completely twisted, appearing extremely terrifying.
Then, Elder Zheng Da pressed his hands together, his eyes full of solemnity.
At his fingertips, specks of green light danced like elves.
Subsequently, Elder Zheng Da slightly parted his tightly clasped hands, forming a gesture as if holding water.
