Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fu F

e.Otherwise, even if he were to take ten thousand pots of wine and walk seven steps, he wouldn't be able to get even a hint of drunk.Jiang Shengyi and other women were also drunk.They are not drunk, b...Chapter 1079: The Power of Black Blood, the Tragic King Fufeng, Suppressing Quasi-Immortals with One Hand

A voice, cold and powerful, echoed across the heavens.

At this moment, no one refuted.

Su Hongyi and Shen Le naturally wouldn't retort.

Maharaja, too, had long since been won over by Jun Xiaoyao's performance.

As for Zhúyè and Yún Xiǎohēi.

Now we are like two trembling mice. for anyone to meet a good end.But you, carefree and at ease, your expression remains unchanged. You still speak with composure."You went to a lot of trouble to suppress me."Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the...