Chapter 2516
- White Teeth was only spilling out a trace of breath, Lu Ming felt cold all over, with his current cultivation, facing White Teeth, it was like an ant, facing an elephant, without the slightest power to resist.
- Terrifying, extremely terrifying!
- This was Lu Ming's feeling, he had a feeling that if White Tooth were to make a move against him, he could kill him with a snap of his fingers, which he had not felt in the Ancestral Dragon or the Holy Ancestor of the Fey Race.