chapter 39 Qiankun bag

"At the perfect level of Xiantian Realm, he is really not weak."

Looking at the thin tiger that was charging straight down the mountain, Gene Mormont's clear eyes flashed with a strange look. He couldn't avoid it, a series of handprints condensed, and a pale golden light spread out from the whole body, and a series of runes appeared. Spreading and jumping, a domineering and fierce aura suddenly surged out like a volcano, and then he waved his right arm and slapped the thin tiger...