"Venerable Cheng! If you don't give us an explanation today, our Dragon Flame Sect will initiate an Ancient Martial World tribunal, summoning the power of the entire Ancient Martial World to sanction the Purple Lightning Sect!"
Mo Yuqi's expression was also very cold!
"Pu…"
Cheng Zhongyuan spat out a mouthful of blood! He was so frustrated! Dammit, not only had the Purple Lightning Sect lost Little Song, the Guardian Divine Beast, but now they were about to be judged!
It was truly a case of losing the wife and the army!
"A'Chuan, Qiqi, don't lose your temper, Qin Yu is fine, and moreover, he's encountered an incredible stroke of fortune."
Having said this with difficulty, Cheng Zhongyuan's ramrod-straight spine hunched over, as if he had aged several years in a moment.
A great fortune?
Chen Yuanchuan and Mo Yuqi looked at each other, clueless about what old Cheng Zhongyuan was talking about.
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