The Sanqing Mountain Dao Leader no longer possessed his former ethereal presence.
His two most capable elders had been forcibly slain under his watch by a junior, and their souls captured alive?
What kind of humiliation was this?
"Junior!" he roared with eyes wide, unleashing a murderous aura: "Release their souls!"
"Otherwise, I will bathe your Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion in blood!"
As he shouted in rage.
The horsetail whisk in his hand lashed out once more at Jiang Fan.
This time, no Golden Buddha could block this strike!
Jiang Fan's eyes flashed coldly.
While continuing to drag Xuan Ye.
He raised his hand to summon a sword box, and snorted angrily: "Old geezer!"
"You have nowhere to go either!"
He slammed his palm against the sword box.
Revealing the nine-colored light sword within.
After six or seven days of nurturing, it was clearly more solid than before.
The emitted sword presence was terrifyingly intense.
"Go!"
Jiang Fan pointed with his finger.
