Xing Mo thought that the first step of his plan to dominate the Primordial World was about to be completed.

"Rong Zun, Rong Zhan, haha, you'll die today. Don't worry. We will make good use of the Nine Spirits Tribe and never let you feel wasted."

"Tsk tsk..."

Xing Mo and Pei Qi'ai approached step by step, looking at the two people in front of them as if they were dead.

Rong Zun and Rong Zhan turned grave. They hadn't expected things ...