C368 [Killing him is as easy as turning my hand!]

Killing him is as easy as turning my hand

The Linlang Holy Land was shrouded in white mist, and on top of the mountain peak, there were countless green tiled buildings. There were rows upon rows of lights, and the lights were like the blossoming of a thousand trees in the east wind.

All the great hall's hall were filled with countless colorful lights, all sorts of different shapes