Like distinguishing between those on straw mats, still so indifferent, looking down on Shi Hao and Sanzang, as if prehistoric mythic dragons float in the heavens, bowing their heads to look at ants and insects on the mud, filled with arrogance and disdain.
Even a hint of inexplicable disgust.
This demeanor, this expression, truly chilled Shi Hao's heart, a surge of battle blood rising within him. Isn't it just the Immortal Domain? How dare they belittle the lifeforms of the outside world like this.
Sanzang's face was gloomy, his golden hair and handsome features seemed a bit dim, his sacred aura fully withdrawn, he was angered.
As for Shen Ming, an unparalleled beauty, who had ever been so disregarded? Her beautiful eyes flashed, shooting sharp divine radiance, her flaming red hair like fire burning.
