"It is the reward!"
Li Guanyi was surprised, then he laughed heartily, "Good, after this matter is settled, let's not stop drinking with the Southwest Prince!" He said the last four words almost one by one, stretching out his hand as if to grasp a handle within the metallic statue, blazing Qilin Fire, and Ancient Red Dragon Fire rising simultaneously.
The flames shot up to the sky, and the soldier's evil spirit thrived.
In Li Guanyi's eyes, there was the divine charm of gold and fire.
Gripping the Jiuli Divine Weapon tightly, his five fingers seemed to extend from countless sword blades, the pain piercing so deep it almost reached his bloodstream, it felt as though his whole body would be torn apart. Vaguely, he seemed to see a tall man standing there, calmly overlooking Li Guanyi.
Overlooking?
Li Guanyi did not rely on the Nine Cauldrons, he merely held fast to the weapon, the stubbornness, and arrogance in his heart were also stirred by this pain.
"I must see!"
