C1633 The Divine Blood of the Violet Cloud

Han Feng could not help but glance at Xing Zhenliang. He could see that Xing Zhenliang's dark face was as black as ink. He must be filled with unwillingness at this moment.

He clearly had the strength to comprehend the Chaotic Divine Skill, but...

"Humph!" First, he lost the nineteen purple cloud souls, and could only choose to comprehend a Top-quality Top-quality Divine Skill. Then