"Without my consent, you shall not kill!"
The sudden arrival was Zhao Wudi, who with bare hands shattered Xiao Yi's attack that could have placed the two palace masters of Sun and Moon at death's gate, facing Xiao Yi with a bloodthirsty glow.
Xiao Yi's pupils slightly contracted.
He was not surprised by Zhao Wudi's appearance.
After all.
It was Zhao Wudi's intervention before that boosted the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Sacrifice Altar's power to its peak, restoring the two palace masters of Sun and Moon to their former peak strength.
Now he intervened again at the brink of their death, which was within Xiao Yi's expectations.
Xiao Yi squinted and said, "Zhao Wudi? The son of Zhao Wuji?"
Zhao Wudi remained expressionless, but upon hearing the words "son of Zhao Wuji," his eyes involuntarily narrowed into slits.
His father's glory was terrifying.
Even despair-inducing!
This was the one who overthrew the Hall of Longevity and was crowned the Martial God of Qingtian Realm.
