They Are Cultivating Immortals, and I Am Drawing Profit from Them.

Gray smoke surrounded Pu Congliang's body. Heaven's punishment continues to come, and heretics like Pu Congliang must be eradicated. The thunder roared with great power, but Pu Congliang never stopped or wavered in his eyes. He strangled the throat of the person in front of him and said indifferently, "Uncle, why are we like this?" Yes, how can you look uncertain if you want to kill someone?