Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

ollowed her into the basement room, which was decorated very simply with only a few chairs against the walls arranged in a circle. There were only ten positions."They haven't arrived yet, but once the...Chapter 1688: White Feather Fan

Scimitar quickly followed the white silhouette, using spatial force to move in front of him and slashing with his blade, blocking the silhouette. This turned out to be a young man with clear features and good looks, but his lips were white. His glasses emitted cold breath, his long fingers were full of deep cold air, and his nails were extremely sharp like small knives.

"Die!" The young man sneered, spitting out a white light from his mouth that hit Scimitar's chest, releasing an extremely terrifying coldness. This made Scimitar continuously retreat in mid-air and hit a small mountain before stopping. Golden Dragon Prince, dressed in resplendent dragon robes, sat on a golden stone throne, his eyes closed as he absorbed divine energies. It seemed like he knew that they would meet, so his expression...