Chapter 1788

Therefore, after thanking, Curse Devil King led the Nine Netherbird and Zephyr Khan away without hesitation. "Damn it!" God of Iron Palm had never expected Ming Ruyou to be so arrogant as to take them away from him. Therefore, in a rage, the power of the original palm print increased several times at this moment. "Rumble!" Seeing the palm print coming at her, Consort Ming did not dodge at all. She casually slapped out to meet it and chose to face it head-on. "Crack!" A crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly appeared in the void. The invincible God of Iron Palm was sent flying backward and spat out blood... "I didn't expect your... your bloodline to be the Pure Gold bloodline!" Staring at the half crippled palm that was dripping with blood, Iron Palm God couldn't help but reveal a look of horror. The power of Ming Ruyou's palm just now really frightened him. "What? It's the Pure Gold bloodline!" Hearing the words of the God of Iron Palm, all the martial artists present inst