The master of the temple was wrapped in dragon's breath, with a look of horror on his face.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a deep look of fear.

I thought that in the same realm, even if I was not Qinglong's opponent, I could still delay Qinglong's time for a stick of incense.

In addition, there is Ye Tianxin who is in the eighth level.

You should be able to do it in half an hour.

But the facts proved that he was overthinking.

Although they are both in the ninth level, the power Qinglong can unleash is several times greater than his.

In just a few breaths, Ye Tianxin of the eighth heaven had already fallen.

In fact, even himself would be wrapped in the dragon's breath, if nothing else happened.

After a few breaths, he will be burned alive by the dragon's breath.

Over time, a wave of regret came to the mind of the temple master.

However, in this world, there is never any regret medicine.
Chapter completed!