Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

like glue.The qi within Xiahou Dun's dantian was continuously being absorbed by the Zhanlong Sword. His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly burst forth with a surge of qi from his palm, ultimately sending... priest.The high priest nodded, and then muttered words under his breath. Suddenly, the copper bell in his hand began to shake on its own!Every certain distance, the bells would jingle, and the high p...