When a person is about to die, his words are kind.
The shameless Panlong Heavenly Emperor, what he's saying might be true.
Marriage is predestined by heaven.
If the Panlong Heavenly Emperor hadn't been seeking Chu Feng's Immortal Pill, he wouldn't have sacrificed Chang'e.
Humans often share a common trait: they don't cherish what they have, thinking it's nothing. Only when they lose it do they regret.
Chang'e's expression remained unchanged, always icy and indifferent.
As if the dying words of the Panlong Heavenly Emperor were merely nonsense.
"Finished with your nonsense? Get ready to go!" Chu Feng was eager for revenge, the decades-long deep-seated resentment finally had an opportunity for closure.
Deep-seated hatred can only be washed away with the enemy's blood.
Chu Feng grasped the Dragon Slayer Sword, and the powerful Sword Essence directly infused into the sword's body, immediately illuminating it. A scarlet sword light more than a meter long burst forth.
