"Yo."
Ying Changsheng walked out of the dense forest leisurely and said calmly, "How unsightly, Cold Pavilion."
Zhou Hanye also had a blade pressed against his neck.
"I really wonder, our Little Princess is here too, and you dare strike so viciously?"
Ji Ye raised his hand to pat her blank face. "What were you thinking? Has your Judgement Court gone mad?"
Lu Zicheng, however, paid no attention to them and led Dawn and the Poison Master past them.
Saving people now was the most important thing.
Yet above the sky.
The furious roar of the Profound Yin Saint rang out: "Chen Bojun, have you lost your mind? What are you trying to do?"
It was a small helicopter, carrying a Saint of the Judgement Court.
Boom!
The response was a burning arrow grazing past the helicopter's rotor blades.
It plummeted into the snow-covered mountain forest and erupted into flames.
"I'm in a terrible mood right now. Don't push me to kill you."
