A Good Gift Sent to the Doorstep

At this moment.

The grand divine power that had been reined in finally erupted.

Mo Zhongxiu's vision suddenly blurred. It seemed as if the space in front of her had been shattered. Raging flames surged out from every corner. The sound of the exploding flames sounded like billions of creatures were roaring in anger.

Sentient Fury!

"Damn it, so it was you who—"

The Holy Son was still the Holy Son. Even though his previous soul fragment had been destroyed by Feng Xia, at such a critical moment, he could still "see" a portion of what had happened in the past using Mo Zhongxiu's memories and his own divine ability.

At the same time, he finally figured out Feng Xia's identity.

It was that fellow Xia Donghai whom he hated to the core!

"It's you! It's actually you! Even if I die…"

Crackle! Crackle!

The power of Sentient Fury was raised to an unprecedented limit.