C116 Not a single one remained (2).

"Congratulations, you've successfully angered me. Tell me your name, position, and race. I'll give you one minute." Turning his head to look at the female spirit cultivator, Zhou Tong's voice became as cold as ice, as if it had never melted.

In Zhou Tong's hand, a snow white stream of air suddenly appeared, replacing the Blood Thunder to become the Divine Light Sword