The Butcher looked at Lin Shuhao's arrogant and displeased expression, and upon hearing these words, immediately sneered, "Do you really care about what you must obtain? None of us emperors dare to care about what you think you must obtain. You, a mere Martial Emperor, talk about what you must have?"
Before Lin could open his mouth, Feng Wu angrily shouted, "Butcher, shut up."
Feng Wu faced Lin haughtily, her face full of smiles, and spoke softly, "Lin Daoist, rest assured. If you kill the master of Dragon Devil City, Changqing's Xuan Sect will be yours."
What's with the dust in the forest? The Butcher felt uneasy. His face was unsightly. The two of them coldly snorted, indifferent. They showed no interest in Changqing's Xuanyuan vine.
Feng Wu said, "Let's go to Dragon City."
Phoenix Dance had a calm face, but the tone contained a cold-blooded desire to slaughter.
