"Si Wenjun!"
"I give you a serious warning, after today's great battle, all the legions in the third region know that Young Jiang can help others consolidate battle arrays. If someone forces him, whether through moral duty or by spreading snide rumors to pressure him into forming battle arrays, don't blame me for killing!"
Zhao Buzu suddenly looked seriously at Si Wenjun: "That kid may possess abundant Primordial Spirit Power and has an incredibly strong Primordial Spirit, but he can't be drained like this indefinitely. I've marked the beating Si Wenhao gave him. I can't defeat you, but if you push me, I'll kill all the Supremes behind those legions below!"
"Are you threatening me?"
Si Wenjun gazed indifferently at Zhao Buzu.
"Consider it a threat!"
Zhao Buzu raised his head: "If anything happens to that kid, do you believe I will look for you to fight every day until you finally kill me?"
"You..."
