Holy Son's Palace!
"Rebellious disciple, you are actually practicing demonic arts!" He Yong's expression turned grim as the imposing aura of a Martial King surged from within him like a hurricane, blasting Chu Feng backward.
He glanced at the corpses of the sect disciples scattered on the ground. Their eyes were wide open, and their faces were contorted in agony, filled with rage and resentment.
Chapter 65