Once these words were spoken, the middle-aged woman's body shuddered, and she swiftly turned around.
Then she was stunned. The person in front of her was a young man, who only emitted the aura of the Martial Soul Realm.
Wasn't that too weak?
Suddenly, the middle-aged woman calmed down and stared at him, asking tightly, "What are you? Where is Wang Hua?"
"Of course they're all dead. As for me... you shouldn't be unfamiliar with me, my name is Sikong Jing!"
Having said that, blood threads gradually filled Sikong Jing's eyes, and his murderous intent was palpable as he glared at the middle-aged woman. Scales started to form on his lower back, and demonic Qi began to crazily condense again.
"Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, don't be impulsive!"
At that moment, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sky Prison on his forehead kept flickering, and the voice of the Divine Turtle sounded.