Chapter 9: Identification

er-colored tiger eyes gleaming with a strange light. A faint golden demonic energy surrounded it, making it appear menacingly aggressive. The ordeal it had just endured undoubtedly fully ignited its f...The corpulent monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage pouch. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Ye, and said, “Name, origin, and cultivation level” the battlefield of formations. No matter what he chooses next, the Wan Mo Ridge will definitely not let him go.Just like before, as soon as he arrived at the Tianyan Sect's base, he was poisoned by a...