C681 Eating soft rice

"Humph!"

Seated on the throne, Qin Muyang let out a cold snort. Jin Yaotian's dao protector immediately felt as if he was struck by lightning, and was sent flying backwards. With a wail, he sprayed out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Qin Muyang, you want to become enemies with my Golden Xuan Pavilion?" The dao protector wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth