Zhuge Manor.
As Wang Wenzong's thin body became full and solid.
One muscle after another bulged, filled with power.
His full head of silver hair gradually turned black.
An extremely strong aura began to pervade.
Watching this scene, everyone was filled with fear.
Like ordinary beasts seeing the king of the forest, that kind of fear erupted from the depths of their hearts, spreading throughout their bodies.
At this moment, Jing Wuming was also full of gravity.
"So, you still had something left in reserve earlier!"
As his words fell, he drew his long blade, hung the wine pot at his waist, and turned to leave.
At this moment, everyone on the scene was dumbfounded, none of them had expected it.
At the brink of a great battle, Jing Wuming suddenly turned to leave.
"Tell your Sect Leader, I'll repay the favor I owe him next time!" Jing Wuming said to Li Sixiang with a carefree expression.
And at this moment, the entire scene was silent.
Jing Wuming had just taken two steps.
