Cao Zhengyang and the others finally realized the situation here, their expressions suddenly changing, they all stopped.
"Master Yuheng, you old codger!" Cao Zhengyang's eyes widened in anger, spiritual power surging around him: "If you have the guts, come at me! What's the point in taking hostages to threaten us?"
"Guts?" Master Yuheng sneered, "In this survival-of-the-fittest Cultivation Realm, the king's path is being able to stay alive! Withdraw all your people, or else..."
His wrist trembled slightly, and the frame of the mirror was instantly squeezed, making a creaking sound.
"Brother Zhou!"
"Old Fourth!"
Lu Yaoyao and Yan Xiaohu, who were fighting others, saw this and rushed over, shouting anxiously.
Master Lingxu and Dubhe, their robes tattered and blood at the corners of their mouths, could no longer contain their mirth after seeing Master Yuheng succeed as expected, leaning back and laughing painfully.
