Come to Kill

He Chuan pulled out a strand of hair.

A golden light flashed.

The hair turned into Fuso Wood and filled the hole.

Although it wasn't too tight, it should be able to withstand the lightning sea and the astral wind belt.

Reincarnation Palace.

Emperor Yuan sat in the middle of the hall, meditating and circulating his energy. He never cared about his cultivation technique being known by others.

Time passed.

He slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were like the deepest vortex, attracting all things in the world. It was as if thousands of stars were in his eyes.

"Why isn't the Judge back yet?" Emperor Yuan frowned.

The moment He Chuan boarded the shuttle, someone sent a message. According to the speed of the shuttle, it should have arrived very early.

Boom!

At this moment, a loud noise came from the sky.

Emperor Yuan looked up and saw a streak of fire in the sky with thick black smoke.