d from outside.In essence, every great person cultivates followers who will later become a powerful force.Even his father, Jun Wuhen, had a group of followers known as the Eight Lords of the Divine Ki...This world has fallen silent.

Looking at the two moves that had wiped out Black Earth, all the cultivators surrounding Nantian City swallowed their saliva in secret.

Heitu, as the pride of the Blackcloud Clan, is not only not weak but very strong.

His strength, even comparable to some outstanding disciples of major sects and Daoist Heaven's Pride.

Otherwise, he would not have become a follower of Jun Wanjie.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao, with a flick of his hand, effortlessly slays a genius.

This caused those cultivators who saw Jun Xiaoyao make a move for the first time to have a flicker of astonishment in their eyes.

The heir of the Jun family, number zero sequence, well-deserved reputation!

"May you roam free and carefree!"

A roar, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, erupted.

That was Jun Wanjie, his anger blazing, with a flash of three-foot lightning in his eyes, revealing the depths of his rage.

My own followers, killed in front of me. This is a slap in the face.

and it was utterly complete.

Boom!

Jun vowed never to speak again, he had reached his limit.ast and boundless burial ground.The earth is all laid out with a forest of white bones.The skeleton of an unknown behemoth, rising like a hill.This is a forbidden wasteland, deathly silent and terrify...