C308 Second Primordial Spirit Core Formation

Feng Yimo snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the Hall of Ancient Records. The two cultivators, who were covered in oil and powder, shuddered, and were at a loss as to what had just happened. Their faces were pale, and they were so scared that they fled. What a joke! To chew the tongue of a Nascent Infant Patriarch behind his back, wasn’t that courting death? However