Not long after this, the enemy whom he had been fighting for a long time but could do nothing about was easily killed by him with a single blow.

This disparity in strength almost made Ji Xiangtian despair.

"Mom, I can't live anymore..."

Ji Xiangtian, who had returned to the state of a Fuwa, slumped on the ground, kicking his two short legs and wailing. He didn't even notice that his beloved candied haws fell to dust.

…

Hundreds of feet away.

A mountain of flesh looked at Han Yang's fleeting sword light from afar, and asked the person beside him: "Zhuge, how powerful do you think Han Yang is in combat?"

Beside him, a young man in black clothes opened the folding fan, shook it gently and said: "The eighth level of Yuan Dan, or the ninth level, but... Fushengtian, you, a heretic walking in the heavens, have become Han Yang's lackey. This

It’s really interesting…”

Fushengtian squinted his little eyes, swept around Han Yang and Jixiangtian, and finally said with a smile: "If I tell you, that little girl is not a heretic like me, but a member of the eighteen heavens.

What are your thoughts on this auspicious day?"

"One of the eighteen heavens? How is it possible that the Yuan Dan realm cannot enter the Shenxu? This is an iron rule!"

Halfway through his words, the folding fan in Zhuge's hand suddenly stopped, "Fushengtian, are you kidding me?"

Fushengtian's two little eyes were spinning around, staring at Jixiangtian who was kicking his legs and wailing. He chuckled and said: "I hope I am joking... It's a pity that I have been tortured by that little witch for so many years. What can I do?"

Possibly a mistaken identity?"

These words completely made Zhuge's breathing become rapid.

"Fushengtian! Inform Jin Jiansan and the others immediately. Don't kill Han Yang yet, but capture him alive!"
Chapter completed!