Linglong Goes Berserk, Crashing the Entire Arena (1)

However, on second thought, Zhao Wan'er sweated. If that was the case, wouldn't she be the weakest on Violet Cloud Peak?

"Uh… Forget it. I don't care anyway."

So be it. It didn't matter. The gentleness in her bones made her not very combative to begin with. Cultivating was only to change her fate. Her faith in becoming strong was not that strong. On the contrary, she preferred to refine pills now.

She looked up at the sky and stared at the petite figure standing in the lightning with a huge hammer in her hand. She was like an ancient god that could not be looked at directly.

For a moment, everyone was shocked. Everyone's breathing became tense.

Zhao Wan'er didn't stand up. She put away the Immortal Slayer Ruler in her hand and pretended to be seriously injured. She vaguely remembered that her master had said this before.

Ling Long's emotions would drive the hidden power in her.