C1294 All Male Cultivators Have a Spare Tire 66

"From now on, I'm no longer your master, and you're no longer my disciple!"

As the Prestige Cultivation Sect Sect Leader spoke, he formed a hand seal with one hand, and with no wind, his green and gray robe began to move, making it seem as though his immortal energy was emitting more and more bloodthirsty killing intent. He looked at Su Daji who was standing in front of Bai Mochen