"Shut up! You sinner!"

Liao Ming roared angrily and rushed towards Ling Xiao.

The terrifying flying white bull, driving the strong wind, will completely tear Ling Xiao into pieces.

The other two commanders were also unhappy.

Ling Xiao actually dared to call them dogs.

Although they were indeed, Ling Xiao was not allowed to say that.

The one-eyed black cow is surrounded by black mist.

The ice crystal buffalo is like an ice sculpture, extremely beautiful and delicate.

But don't think that because she is beautiful, she has poor fighting ability.

The ice crystals that make up her body are harder than diamonds.

He watched as three commanders came to kill him.

Ling Xiao didn't have the slightest fear.

The Holy Sword of Killing in his left hand condenses the Ancient Demonic Dragon Art.

The right-hand Nishen Sword condenses the Mountain Gods, Seas, and Trees!

Ling Xiao had no enmity with these commanders, but he really looked down on these people.

If we say that they took refuge with the ancient tribe in order to earn a living and survive, this would be understandable.

But in order to please the ancient tribe and climb higher, they did not hesitate to treat their own kind cruelly.
Chapter completed!