"You think you can deceive me with the news of the Holy War's return?! No one can stop me from killing!"
Jipu Qingshou shouted loudly, determined to cut off Lin Zifeng's head, and no one could stop him.
"Alright! Since you are obstinate, then I, an old man, haven't moved my muscles for many years!"
Meng Chanji's eyes gradually turned cold, and a trace of killing intent flashed through them. He had endured Jipu Qingshou's rudeness long enough.
"Then come on! I haven't seen you for years, and I'm curious to see if Head Meng is still as fearsome as before!"
Jipu Qingshou soared into the air, surrounded by a powerful green barrier. A terrifying force wave began to spread from his body in all directions.
"Take your people and leave here quickly!"
Meng Chanji suddenly turned around and roared.
