"He took the lead!"

The pupils of the Saint Yaoguang shrank, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

He knew very well that sooner or later, he would fight Ye Fan one day. Because they had a great grudge and could hardly be mediated.

"Scared?"

Ji Haoyue was next to him and said in a voice.

"Will I be scared?"

The Saint Son of Yaoguang was shrouded in a ball of light, and his faint arrogance overcame the nine heavens.

Ji Haoyue stopped talking.

"Wang, I still lack personal spoil!"

The Black Emperor had no idea how to use them to intercept their voice transmission and said to the Saint Son of Yaoguang.

The Saint Son of Yaoguang ignored it.

Above head, thunder tribulation was like a waterfall, and even a vast palace appeared, floating and sinking among the thunder clouds, and there were also human-shaped lightning bolts, emitting terrifying magical powers.

"That's the young emperor, why are there so many?"

"All twenty or thirty!"

"Oh my God, the holy body is really so defiant that it needs so many tests from the young emperor?"

"He's dead!"

There were endless exclamations.
Chapter completed!