ng at the cold light flashing in Luo Lingxiao's eyes, how could Luo Baichuan not understand his heir's thoughts.It's just a battle between the two of them. Luo Lingxiao winning is fine, but if he lose..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.attle, these snow tribesmen now consider Jiang Yun as one of their own.If Ginger Cloud hadn't appeared in time to turn the tide of battle, they didn't know how many more people would have died. So rig...