"Old Ancestor Libie Wuxin, I hope you won't disgrace us guest elders when facing the Fire-Forging Hall this time." In the distance, three men cast a disdainful glance backward. Beneath them stood formidable seven-tiered altars, projecting an air of supreme confidence as they left three imposing figures in Lixiang's eyes.
White Snowflake glanced at the three of them and muttered, "When I reach the Sovereign grade, I'll definitely kill all three of them to vent your frustration, big brother."
Lixiang flew outward, bringing White Snowflake along with him.
Chapter 390