He was dressed in dark robes, his expression calm.
"Use your Netherworld Talisman directly; otherwise, I'm afraid you won't even know how you die," Flowing Wind Saint Heir sneered.
Xu Wendong chuckled, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"When I pull out the Netherworld Talisman, you're already a dead man," Xu Wendong said indifferently.
As soon as these words came out, everyone around burst into laughter!
Laughed.
Flowing Wind Saint Heir laughed too!
He didn't expect Xu Wendong to be so arrogant.
Yes!
You're a Fifth Grade Nether Talisman Master.
But so what?
He is in the Ghost Control Realm Eighth Layer, not afraid at all!
"I wonder how you'll kill me? How will you kill me!" Flowing Wind Sacred Land shouted angrily, striding forward!
The terrifying killing intent froze the air around, pale hands, dark blade, sword qi rampant, even the people outside felt the sharpness!
The next moment, Flowing Wind Saint Heir disappeared from his spot!
How fast he moved!
