He spoke, his sinister gaze falling on Meng Qianqian's face. "Now, make your choice! Will the two of you die, or will everyone else join you and your sister in the grave?"
Tan'er put her hands on her hips and cursed, "You damn old bastard!"
The Grand Priest said to the Medicine King, "If you still want to leave here alive, join me in draining their blood. And you."
He looked at Ayimulan, "If you want to become the ruler of the Western Regions, don't worry about a mere facade!"
Meng Lang: "This old man is truly mad..."
Lu Yuan quickly shielded Meng Qianqian and Tan'er behind him.
Chen Long drew his sword and attacked the High Priest, striking first.
Meng Lang's face darkened as he and Yu Zichuan charged toward the disciples of the Holy Temple.
Shan Cheng's figure flickered.
Si Snake blocked him.
The Medicine King and the High Priest were immensely powerful, too much for one person to handle.
