At this moment, Yang Tian slowly raised his head, looking at Qin with the six-fingered demon's magical nonchalance and said, "What you just said, that my grandson's luck was pure chance—"
Uh...
Hearing this, the Six-fingered Demon King was momentarily at a loss for words!
The first occurrence could be attributed to fate, but what about the second time?
As for the blue-clad figure beside them, seldom was it "a woman." At this moment, Yang Tian finally regained his freedom of movement and speech, as he shattered the fragmented spiritual essence of the Six-fingered Demon.
"The... the ghostly ancestor's spirit..."
Looking at the towering shadow behind Yang Tian, the young girl in blue clothing gasped deeply, dropped to her knees, and said.
"You're correct!"
At this moment, behind Yang Tian stood the shadow of the ghostly ancestor, seen only by the blue-clothed young girl, her old and youthful duality striking.
