"Ye Tiande, could you stop with the jokes? Throwing Ghost Su behind to cover your escape, I really wonder how much dignity you have left as the Sect Master of the Xuantian Sect."
Liu Hong couldn't hold back his sarcasm.
But thinking about it, it made sense.
Since ancient times, haven't the people from Xuantian Sect always been shameless like this?
"Ye Tiande, now that the Ghost Gate is destroyed, you have lost your allies. How do you plan to break us apart now?"
While speaking, Wang Liang exuded his fifteen-layer Qi Cultivation, and the atmosphere on site reached an extreme tension.
Ye Tiande's face turned dark, and he said nothing.
His gaze, as if consuming, swept across the crowd.
"What, so many people want to bully an old man like me?"
"Bullying you wouldn't be the right term. Today, I'm here for a one-on-one death match with you!"
Xia Liu stepped forward a few paces, and the Flowing Fire Sword floated out elegantly.
Unparalleled aura surged through the surroundings.
