"Today, extinguishing Zhunti's prestige will make Zhunti somewhat afraid, and his future actions won't be so reckless."
Nüwa said softly: "I merely relied on the power of Hongmeng Purple Qi, but Ping'an, you actually managed to injure a Saint."
"Hahaha," Li Ping'an couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Just a scratch counts as an injury? At that time, Zhunti only used his dharma body, while I gave my all."
Nüwa solemnly said: "There is a chasm between the non-Saints and Saints that is extremely difficult to cross; your sword has made me more fearful of your teacher."
Li Ping'an shook his head, lowered his gaze to the Yao Ji below, and sighed lightly in his heart.
Things have developed to this stage.
Yang Jian is gone... gone is gone.
In this way, the Investiture of the Gods Cataclysm also has a few more variables.
Li Ping'an seriously said: "Madam, can Yao Ji remain in Nüwa Palace to cultivate later?"
Nüwa asked: "Shouldn't you discuss this with her?"
"Disciple is willing!"
