"I naturally believe in seniors, but at this moment I am trapped in the formation, so I will try to break this formation first. Maybe I have the chance to bring the seniors out." Ye Futian politely refused.

"Random." The Chess Saint spoke coldly and stared at Ye Futian and said, "I have said that you cannot break the sword formation. No one except me can do it. Come and help me quickly."

He was like a god, and his voice exuded a majestic spirit of holy path, which made people dare not disobey his wishes and was extremely domineering.

Everyone in the deserted state frowned. This chess saint was trapped, and he was so domineering?

Could it be that the people in the deserted state owe him?

"I'm sorry, I'll be unable to obey my duty." Ye Futian said, looking at the Ninth Master, wondering if he wanted to remind him, but the Chess Saint is the other party's master. So what if the other party doesn't listen?

“Bold.”

The chess saint's voice was cold: "Do you dare to disobey my orders, do you know the consequences?"

After he finished speaking, a heart-wrenching breath appeared in the space where he was.

Ye Futian looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes swept to Xihua Holy Mountain, the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty, Yang Xiao and others, and said, "If you don't want to die, retreat quickly."

Everyone was stunned and looked up at Ye Futian.

What does this mean?

When the Chess Saint heard this, an extremely cold murderous thought flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Ye." The Ninth Master shouted, but he didn't understand.
Chapter completed!