Along the way, Zhu Chang said nothing, but suddenly asked: "Chen Feng, are these your friends?"

Chen Feng responded calmly: "It's just a few senior ghost immortals in the immortal tomb."

Zhu Chang frowned and looked at the people carefully.

Shen Yang winked, and the others calmed down.

Zhu Chang took a look and saw that they were just a few second-level spiritual realms, and he smiled disdainfully.

Mere ants are nothing to be afraid of! Now, it’s time to take action.

Zhu Chang suddenly stopped and waved his hand, and hundreds of people around him formed a circle, surrounding Chen Feng and others in the middle.

Chen Feng pretended to be confused: "Elder Zhu, what do you mean?"

Zhu Chang sneered: "Chen Feng, the collapse of the Tianhe Sword Sect is inevitable, but you are the only variable."

"No matter what you get from the Eastern Wasteland Immortal Tomb, you must die here!"

On the side, Qingshan could not wait any longer and shouted: "Go ahead, kill Chen Feng!"
Chapter completed!