"Damn it, I'm invincible, this is seeing ghosts alive!"
The Yue Dragon Envoy looked utterly dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before him, as if living in his own dream.
What the hell is Dragon Miasma?
Not to mention Yang Zhen and the people of Su Emperor Palace, even the people of Qianlong Abyss, thinking about using Dragon Miasma, had to tread as carefully as if waiting on their own fathers.
Yet, such a disobedient and terrifying thing in front of Yang Zhen, acted as obedient as a grandson, purifying itself into pure natural energy?
Look how pure that is, does that look like the work of Dragon Miasma?
The Yue Dragon Envoy's face was twitching, and he looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief; everything about vendettas and love-hate relationships turned into twinkling little stars.
"Yang Zhen, how did you do it? Do you know what this means for us?"
