Wang Zi Dahan blew his palm that was burned by the flames, and pointed at Zhang Shiyi with his finger, but he didn't take such a terrifying ghost in his eyes at all.

Xuanzi was so frightened that he hurriedly crawled on the ground and made a five-body throw.

"Saint, saint, holy beast, Lord White Tiger!"

It's not how well-informed he is, it's a memory that flows in his veins.

If a tiger spirit doesn't even know his ancestors, then he should really be reduced to ashes.

"Little guy, you're too weak, it's really a shame for us Tiger Clan, forget it

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