Xu Shen looked indifferent, and the black snow on his arm launched an attack. Countless black hair swept out, turning into tornado-like sharp blades, shattering the strange angel in front of him like a vase, and then smashed the child-like angel.

The king's body was enveloped and suddenly shattered.

A hazy blood mist escaped from the clenched black hair, and blood overflowed from the hair.

Then the violent black hair shrank rapidly and returned to Xu Shen's shoulders.

The king who was there has disappeared.

It had only been a few seconds since the beginning of the battle, and it had subsided.

The pope's slightly stiff body became even tighter, but he tried his best to relax slowly, and the force that he subconsciously mobilized due to fear in his body was suppressed by him.

There was sweat on his forehead, he reluctantly raised his head, and forced a smile to Xu Shen: "It's my fault for making the monarch laugh because of my lax discipline..."

Xu Shen didn't say anything, just closed his eyes quietly, feeling the king's breath that Heixue was nibbling on.

That familiar smell that seems familiar.
Chapter completed!