"Do you want to fight?"
"Alright, kid, I'll oblige you!"
"However, our battle won't be that simple," Duan Yu sneered coldly, then looked towards the Martial Venerate.
The Martial Venerate sat down again and nodded: "Fine."
"Thank you, father!"
Duan Yu was overjoyed, and then he waved his hand, and suddenly on the other side of the valley, light flickered and an array quickly formed.
Soon after, about seven or eight elderly figures appeared.
These were elders, wounded all over, looking haggard, with blood-soaked bodies, and currently tied up with countless Divine Ropes, hanging in mid-air.
Seeing these figures, everyone was shocked.
The elders of the Immortal Martial Academy all stood up with a start, staring intently ahead.
Lin Xuan's face also turned extremely cold in an instant.
His eyes were filled with blood-red killing intent.
Because those elderly figures ahead were the Ninth Elder, Tenth Elder, and a few other elders of the War God Technique.
