"Dong——"
Accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom, figures came controlling the sky.
The Noble Young Master led over a dozen attendants, followed by five or six monks.
He shouted sternly at the man in the canyon, "Who are you, and how dare you act recklessly on the territory of my Baihua Pavilion!"
"Wang Shuyan!"
Chen Duhe tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his true appearance, "Who I am, you can see at a glance."
"Zhu Zhao True Monarch?!"
Wang Shuyan squinted his eyes, "It's you! Where is my brother Zhang Liuer now?!"
"Where?"
Chen Duhe held the human skin mask, "Where do you think this mask came from?"
"Courting death!"
"Bang——"
Wang Shuyan's leaf-shaped flying artifact emitted an explosive sound, he pulled out a pure black flying sword from his sleeve and charged straight into the canyon.
A large number of attendants and monks followed closely behind.
