"Boy, don't be too arrogant. I'm going to ask you to remember something today. In this Xuanwu Holy City, if you do anything bad to me, you're seeking death."

"Wow, come on, I'm giving you two hands. I'm also letting you improve your memory today. In this Holy City of Xuanwu, I can't stop you from whatever I want to do!"

In the exchange of obscene words, several people who had been scolding each other for a long time were finally ready to fight.

Li Ziye stared blankly at the highly qualified young man in front of him, and for a moment, he couldn't react.

He had seen the Xuanwu Saint, and that girl was quite steady, which completely matched his impression of the Xuanwu Sect disciples.

But, this one?

Are you sure he is a saint?

He is still the Xuanwu Sect, the Holy Son, who always gives a sense of stability.

Attention.

In the middle of the crowd, a group of people started fighting.

Holy Son Xuanwu fought against a group of people one by one, using his hands and feet together. In a short while, he knocked all the ruffians to the ground.

"Oh, my waist, little bastard, you promised not to use your hands."

On the ground, the sturdy man was rolling and cursing unconvinced.

"Really? Did I say that? Oh, it seems so."
Chapter completed!