Chapter 1827
- The Ten Thousand Lightning Saint Son narrowed his eyes. A person should know when to advance and when to retreat. A saint son is not someone you can compare to.
- He looked down at Lin Xuan with an arrogant look.
- The Four Symbols Saint Son also had a sinister smile on his face. The Moon Reverence Saintess giggled and said, "Great! Now there's a good show to watch."