"What, what did you say?! That damn bastard, he passed through the Twelve layers!" Song Litao was struck as if by lightning, his eyes vacant, then he suddenly looked towards the peak of the Holy Mountain.
Finally, he then saw the peak of the Holy Mountain, above the Nine Heavens, where a huge ancient building emitting a faint glow hung quietly.
No need to think, that must be the Heaven he had never seen before!
Shocked and incredulous, Song Litao's face turned grim, fierce and terrifying, and he screamed hoarsely: "So it was this damn thing, no wonder I couldn't get a single Holy Fruit!"
"No wonder I passed through ten layers and still couldn't get a single Holy Fruit!"
Song Litao was full of murderous aura, his eyes bloodshot.
The Ancestors of the Slaughter God Sect were astonished; not a single Holy Fruit could be obtained, and at this moment, they finally realized why their Young Master's face was so unsightly after he came out.
