The Pressure of a Finger! (2)

This was too outrageous!

However, all these had happened before his eyes. No matter how outrageous it was, he had to accept it!

"So..." Zhu Yike's weak and old face was filled with anticipation.

He hoped he could survive and spread the news of this battle.

At that time, the reputation of Lord Shou's First Pavilion in the Sky would spread far and wide across the five regions.

Feng Xiaose's expression froze when he heard that.

How he wished he could tell the old man in his arms, "Yes, you can rest in peace. The Divine Oracle has died!"

However, Feng Xiaose, who was born in the Xu Yue Grey Palace and was hostile toward the Holy Divine Palace had gathered many elites with combat strength from the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe. He could not nod and give a definite answer at this moment.

He stood up with Zhu Yike in his arms. The green scales on his body had not faded yet.