"Greetings, True Man."
The Silent Fury Buddha Son hastily paid his respects, not forgetting to poke the Withered Woman behind him on the buttocks.
The latter realized and curiously looked at the old man in front of them, who suddenly appeared with a trace of the immortal aura, and crisply said:
"Greetings, True Man!"
Niu Dali, inside the urn, felt his scalp tingle slightly and immediately recognized the mysterious person who had given him the Command of High Heaven.
How could he not understand now that this terrifying Buddha Son's "Celestial Venerate" had an inseparable connection with the Command of High Heaven?
My… that was supposed to be mine!
It was my opportunity!
Niu Dali's eyes were about to pop out.
Zhang Fusheng borrowed the Immortal Thoughts within the Command of High Heaven, manifesting in the appearance of Zhong Mountain from an unknown distance.
