Not far away, thunder exploded, and the withered thunder gritted its teeth, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Further away, the Spiritual Palace also faces an air current, which is quite difficult.

Three top masters joined forces to fight against the Shangqing, but they couldn't gain even half an advantage.

The corners of Shangqing's mouth curled up, and he controlled three streams of air at the same time to make the three of them retreat step by step.

In the distance, many people were watching, staring blankly at this scene.

Lord Taiyuan was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a scene before. Shijue and others teamed up to deal with one person, and this other person was actually the top descendant of the Seven-Character Royal Court.

He already knew the identity of Shangqing, and he suddenly felt extremely fearful of the Hall of Glory.

"Up, up, up." The little stutterer didn't know when he came, pointing to the battlefield with a trembling voice. He wanted to say "Shangqing", as he had heard others talk about it.

A big man in front of him turned back angrily and glared at Little Stutter, "Who should I let go? If you have the ability, go."

"You, you, you" the little stutterer looked at him. He originally wanted to say that you misunderstood, but to the big man's ears, it sounded like he meant to let him go. He suddenly felt even more unhappy, so he got out of the way and said, "You go up."

"God, God, God", the little stutter saw Lance and wanted to say that the hand of God is here, but the big man suddenly became angry after hearing this, "Don't talk nonsense, I am not one of those crazy people in the Land of the Gods."
Chapter completed!