"Kid, do you really think the people of the Black Witch Sect are so easy to bully?"
Ba Peng and Baron roared angrily, swinging the machetes in their hands directly towards the two of them.
"Heh heh, it seems those two useless elders are in a hurry to die!"
Liu Zhiming didn't expect that at this moment, Baron and Ba Peng would still be so arrogant. Before they could attack, they surprisingly wanted to strike first. He coldly snorted, rushed toward Baron, and shouted: "Baron is mine!"
"Alas, it seems I have to deal with you, this useless one!" Xiaobao said to Ba Peng with a look of helplessness.
"Kid, you're courting death!" Ba Peng was even angrier. Anyone who didn't know would think his strength was weak, as if Xiaobao wasn't even deigning to fight him.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Ba Peng's voice fell, the machete in his hand, accompanied by the whistling wind, reached Xiaobao's front.
