Jiang Fan remained fairly calm.
The Execution Pen originated from that space of Hua Xin.
This pen, when alive, was under her command, completely expected.
What he didn't understand was what those nine strange people Hua Xin faced were.
Holy all over, with nine pairs of wings.
Such beings don't seem to belong to the Central Earth Realm.
"This remnant soul has a significant origin!"
"Having it with you, aren't you afraid of getting entangled with certain causes and effects?"
The woman in black looked deeply at Hua Xin, the shock in her eyes lingering for long.
Jiang Fan said speechlessly, "This guy with me does nothing but eat and drink all day long."
"Even if the cause and effect are immense, they can't get too deeply entangled."
Hua Xin angrily kicked the crystal wall hard, "You little brat!"
"Did a wild ghost teach you the hell language you speak?"
Jiang Fan sneered, "You are a wild ghost anyway."
"Moreover, you still kept a hand."
