Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

der’s fire-like hands were filled with dense qi while his face was distorted in anger, like a raging fire demon. His thin arms were tightly clenched with qi."Old geezer, you’re trying to hurt me serio...Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

Scimitar quickly followed the white silhouette, using spatial force to move in front of him and slashing with his blade, blocking the silhouette. This turned out to be a young man with clear features and good looks, but his lips were white. His glasses emitted cold breath, his long fingers were full of deep cold air, and his nails were extremely sharp like small knives.

"Die!" The young man sneered, spitting out a white light from his mouth that hit Scimitar's chest, releasing an extremely terrifying coldness. This made Scimitar continuously retreat in mid-air and hit a small mountain before stopping. a long time."Not only that, Duhai emphasized, the thing you want is something all those old folks from the god temple of Demonic Suppression long for, even though you've become godly and can suppress...