The middle-aged Demon Venerable's face was full of discontent, and she snorted, "I've already entered the Sage stage, while he's still in the Divinity Transformation Realm."
"Do I still need to flatter him?"
"Anyway, he better not fall into my hands, otherwise, I will definitely avenge the grudge of that day!"
Another part of the Void.
Jian Sankuang sat cross-legged on the sword shadow, pounding his head and sighed:
"Ay, why am I so unlucky?"
"The true form of Jiang Fan from Central Earth is His Majesty Nanqian, who could have thought of that?"
"I got splashed with dung and lost more than ninety Top-grade Spirit Swords, how am I going to face this?"
At this moment.
A sword shadow slices through the Void, flying straight to her.
She raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is it the Void message of those six old fellows?"
With a flick of her index finger, the sword shadow shattered, and a thread of message was projected from within.
