"And why does this person seem like an emperor?"
"It seems like being patted on the shoulder by him is a great honor, and avoiding it is akin to a death sentence."
Wen Luo resentfully said again, the murderous intent from the guards behind the golden-robed youth was real and intense, just because Junior Brother Sikong avoided that person's hand.
Sikong Jing relaxed his brow and said suddenly, "At least an eighth-grade War Body, naturally lofty like an emperor."
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Luo, who was still angry, froze.
Her eyes gradually widened, and then she subconsciously wanted to turn back to look at the golden-robed youth again...
An eighth-grade War Body, she had never encountered one before.
In today's Wunian Saint Sect, there are no disciples with such terrifying War Body talent.
"Senior Sister Wen Luo, don't look!"
