"Brother Feng, are you really sure it's fine? That's the Martial Soul Holy Palace we're talking about."
Seeing Feng Wuchen so calm, not even considering the Martial Soul Holy Palace a threat, Xiao Yun asked worriedly.
The strength of the Martial Soul Holy Palace is in no way inferior to the Dragon God Holy Temple, with its influence spread across the four major regions of the Southwest, North, and Xuan, not to mention its collusion with the Demon Clan.
Such terrifying power, the Martial Soul Holy Palace is not to be trifled with.
If war really breaks out, the Martial Soul Holy Palace will not be afraid in the slightest.
Su Qingfeng frowned slightly, worrying, "Brother Feng, this has already happened a few days ago. If the Martial Soul Holy Palace comes now, we won't be able to protect the Rakshasa Holy Temple."
