"Hmph, there's no need for you to worry about what us human Martial Artists should do."
Liu Yizhou sneered.
At the same time, he looked at Su Yue and the others with surprise.
That's right.
Liu Yizhou was confused.
What exactly are these young ones trying to do?
Trying to shoot down the high-altitude Palm Eye Race?
Don't kid yourself.
Without the power of a Grandmaster, it's not even worth thinking about.
If it weren't for the disdain of the Palm Eye Race's Red Archer, that girl would be the first to die.
Su Qingfeng frowned as he looked at the burning radar.
Then he stared at his son.
What exactly is he doing?
Yet Su Qingfeng instinctively felt that it wasn't simple.
His son causing such a stir surely wasn't a joke.
"Hahaha... Have all your human Grandmasters died?
"Why send an ant my way? I am a Grandmaster of the Palm Eye Race; I disdain fighting an ant, she is unworthy."
Above the firmament, Ying Fenghuang laughed wildly.
Truly laughable.
