"Old Phoenix, when will our Barbarian Clan produce an Immortal?"
Amidst everyone refining artifacts, a rough and rude voice was heard.
The Savage King looked bored, for the grand Barbarian Clan surely wouldn't practice artifact refining like ordinary cultivators.
They relied on their fists!
Even their own axes were refined through the path of blood — these folks wouldn't let the Barbarian Clan blood-refine the Fairy Sect, treating it as their personal forbidden treasure.
The Tao Master glanced back at him with disdain: "Never!"
What are you thinking? It's impossible for an Immortal to be born again in all the heavens and myriad realms. Does your Barbarian Clan have some unique exception?
The Savage King suddenly looked up, shocked. Damn it, wasn't his Bar Zhui's death in vain then? Was the Divine God Soul wasted in the consciousness space?
The Tao Master paused, a hint of sigh arose on his face, who would have thought the battle would turn out this way today!
