s confrontation with the disciples of Xian Tong has just begun.……In the depths of an ancient road, amidst a fairyland-like paradise.A peerless figure, enveloped in ethereal fairy light.At the front of...Bai Xuewei, with fair skin and icy blue hair.

Even her pupils were icy blue.

It looks like a snow sculpture made of jade, crystal clear and beautiful.

She had a cool and elegant temperament. Anyone who saw her for the first time would be amazed and impressed.

However, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, not even a ripple arose.

Bai Xuewei couldn't help but feel nervous, biting her lip slightly.

In fact, let alone Bai Xuewei.

No matter who they are, any prodigious talent would feel restrained in the presence of Jun Xiaoyao and instinctively lower their stance.

Jun Xiaoyao's kind of temperament had long formed a kind of invisible aura, awe-inspiring without anger.

"Are you..." a holy robe, appearing supremely detached, with threads of divine power swirling around him.The little dragon king Xuan Ye of Dragon King's Hall, a wicked and playful smile curled at the corner of hi...