"Roar...!!! Stinking skeleton! Treating the Boss's vinegar dregs like a treasure?! All of you... spit them out!"
Xiaohong's childish yet violent will, carrying the power to tear the void apart, struck Wan Qing's sea of consciousness like a thunderbolt from the ninth heaven, piercing ten thousand miles of drifting sand and chaotic space!
This will was not merely a roar of fury against those nine-fingered scum who had stolen Shi Lei's Dao marks; it carried an extreme rage stemming from the depths of its bloodline—the inviolable majesty of a True Dragon!
Chapter 632