"Five, you're impulsive." In hindsight, Tuoba Lajiao regretted a bit.
"Hmph!" Bei Tuo Ba snorted coldly, ignoring Tuoba Lajiao.
Suddenly, he turned around again, and this time, the assassination target was Qin Feng.
"Hmph, no matter what tricks you play, as long as you're dead, the Star Heaven Sect will be over, and the national map will fall under my control." Thinking of this, Tuoba Beichuan didn't hold anything back against Qin Feng. He gave his all to deal with the younger generation, unable to reach the Holy Land. This also reflected his unstable mind.
"Prosperity..."
The surrounding major nations, millions of eyes from the Tuoba Clan watched, filled with hope and confidence—the Ninth-Level Master's Holy Land erupted, who could resist this world?
However, Tuoba Beichuan was destined to fail, because in front of Qin Feng stood a two-meter-tall strongman. He was ugly, with a foul breath. At that moment, he charged towards Beichuan Tuoba.
"Roar!!!"
