The Saint Heir is about to strike.
The surrounding immortals stepped back, watching with anticipation. They were unsure of the outcome, but in their eyes, the Saint Heir had the absolute advantage. After all, he was an Immortal Monarch expert, not someone easy to deal with.
Qin Yang's expression was grave.
He hadn't expected the Saint Heir to truly make a move.
A bit of a pitfall.
After all, the opponent was an Immortal Monarch expert. If they fought, it wouldn't be a simple matter.
"Saint Heir, do you really dare to attack us?" Qin Yang angrily questioned. "Or do you think the Immortal Venerable Family is insignificant? If you dare to touch me, I guarantee that even the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple won't be able to protect you."
No choice.
He could only try to scare the other party.
