"Heh, you're still in the mood to joke with me? The City-Destroying Fierce Ghosts seem to be fighting again over there, shouldn't you go check it out?"
Director Long helplessly laughed and patted the hand off his shoulder.
However, the next second—out of nowhere, a force without any murderous intent but with terrifying power swung directly at his head.
In an instant, this strange thing reached Director Long's forehead, just a hair's breadth away from blowing his head open.
But it was bound in place by an invisible power of Space, that slight gap as vast as a chasm.
He turned around with a puzzled look and asked Wu Liang, "What does this mean? Are you planning to spar with me at such a critical moment? Can't distinguish between what's important and what's not?"
Faced with Director Long's questioning, Wu Liang merely raised his hand to grab the Mist Sword he had restrained.
Then he fiercely thrust forward!
