78m

Ning Cheng's eyes lit up even more when he thought about how he could fight with others. With just a wave of his hand, endless insects would swarm forward. Just like the last time he sold the soul-cleansing dew on the top of Panjiao Mountain, if there were endless ninth-level insect armies above his head, who would dare to talk nonsense to him? Even the Huading cultivator must act based on his expression....