Too weak!
Purple Soup's enchantment this time is pathetically weak.
She's already reached her limit.
"You can even learn the beast language!"
This time, Purple Soup was utterly shocked.
Being able to learn enchantment.
And learning beast language.
Moreover, Hong Guo's strength is particularly formidable, even several times stronger than Zi Mo.
He might become the Divine Elder's disciple.
Or, he might have already become the Divine Elder's direct disciple.
So terrifying.
Suddenly, Purple Soup wanted to laugh.
She, like a clown, actually tried to plot against the Divine Elder's direct disciple.
What on earth did she count for?
So absurd.
So ridiculous.
Thwack!
Su Yue stepped forward, striking her with a stick far away.
Thud!
Purple Soup spat out a mouthful of blood; she was surprisingly weak, weak like a second-tier martial artist.
The next strike, Su Yue planned to end her life.
Huh.
What is she looking at?
