Laugh!
Lin Dongqi, laugh again.
Once I curse-kill those seven fools from afar, let's see how you laugh then.
Damn it!
What the hell is wrong with the Tuyue Warriors.
"Reporting to the Divine Elder, the Evil Suppression Lock will activate in three seconds."
In the midst of chaos, Mr. Zhen'e was protected layer upon layer by guards.
Yet even so, he was scared out of his wits.
Just ten meters in front of him, a Tuyue Warrior went mad, and luckily, there were many martial artists guarding him, avoiding the Tuyue Warrior from charging in.
But Zi'e wasn't so lucky.
He was slashed by a Tuyue Warrior, his belly nearly gutted.
But Zi'e was still not quite dead.
"Master, save, save me!"
Zi'e lay weakly on the ground, pleading for help.
Mr. Zhen'e must save him.
At this moment, Mr. Zhen'e had no time to save anyone; he had to complete the task given by the Divine Elder first.
Zi'e wasn't dying just yet.
