A chill rose from the chests of people like Lu Qing. They had seen murder before, but the method of being nine thousand years old was too chilling.

It was too casual, too indifferent, as if it had killed a few ants.

Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids jumped, and he knew at this moment that it would be difficult for him to die well today.

He subconsciously looked at Lu Qing.

Lu Qing's breathing became rapid, but in the end she had to bite the bullet and step forward. After all, she often traveled to Yangguo Martial Arts:

"Nine thousand years old, only a piece of water is enough, that's enough..."

"Snapped--"

Jiu Qiansui slapped him in the face: "Did I let you speak?"

Lu Qing fell seven or eight meters, his face was swollen, he was very angry and aggrieved, but he did not scream.

Murong Sanqian, who was about to step forward to advise, immediately shut up.

Jiu Qiansui looked at Yamamoto Jiro and said, "I'll cut off both of my hands and save your life."

"Click——"

Feeling the danger, Yamamoto Jiro's eyelids jumped, he gritted his teeth and got up and broke his arms with all his strength.

There was blood all over the ground.

Lu Qing and the others felt cold all over.

They have seen the domineering and ruthless man who is nine thousand years old.

"Go back and tell Tianzang and the others..."

Jiu Qiansui walked up to Yamamoto Jiro and said indifferently:

"Six months later, the president of the Martial Alliance slaughtered the dog left behind and will take the first envoy Ye Fan to challenge the ten geniuses of the Yang Kingdom."
Chapter completed!