"No, you can't kill me, or the Holy Master will never spare you." Wei Xiaotian said in a panic, realizing that the man in front of him was not normal—his words of killing were not mere talk.
"Hmph, such audacity—daring to kill even a Holy Court Saint!" At this moment, a cold snort rang out.
Zhao Sinin felt his body sink, forced back several steps.
Ao Fangchen! Han Yan and the others turned their faces at the same time, seeing Ao Fangchen's arrogant old face.
Wasn't it said that those who cultivate the Sword Dao cannot enter the Holy Soul Illusion Realm? How did this old man get in? Han Yan's heart grew uneasy; regardless of how he entered, one thing was certain: Ao Fangchen was here for her!
"Originally, I was worried about explaining to the Holy Master if I wasted you, but now seeing you plotting against our Holy Court Saints, I can waste you all without the Holy Master having a word to say." Ao Fangchen chuckled— indeed, he was aiming for Han Yan.
