Demon Suppression Bureau, Zhang Juzheng's hands trembled as he held the waist token, his whole body was chilled to the bone.
The token in his hand continued to relay messages:
"Elder of Divine Sword Sect, Elder of Celestial Eagle Castle, Elder of Moonlight Hall, Wu Shiping from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold, regardless of their identity, Wei Fan has killed them all!"
Taking a deep breath to calm his tumultuous emotions, Zhang Juzheng sent another message: "Are you sure you're not joking with me, that one person killed twenty Divine Realm Martial Sects, is Wei Fan perhaps a Martial Venerable?"
He began to suspect that Liu Jingxiang was spinning tales for him.
"Sir, Wei Fan is not a Martial Venerable, but he is more terrifying than one."
On the other side, Liu Jingxiang's fear seemed to have eased, and he no longer rambled.
