They can no longer see the future.

"You said it! As long as that bitch Chen Qiaoqian is promoted to Martial Lord, you can conquer the Tianwu Continent. What do you say now? When can you see the Holy Land army?"

Si Wuxin pinned her last hope on the Holy Land.

Opposite him, a Xumi Sect warrior showed contempt and said coldly: "Don't worry, now that the restriction is lifted, the Martial Lord will enter the blessed land! With the power of Tianwu, there is no way to stop him!"

Si Wuxin screamed like a maniac: "I want Han Yang! Give him to me, and Chen Qiaoqian, I will eat these bitches alive and make them regret living in this world..."

The Xumi Sect warrior sneered again with disdain: "Who do you think you are, qualified to deal with the Blessed Land Realm Master? The life and death of Han Yang and Chen Qiaoqian will depend on the master of this sect..."

Si had no intention of being humiliated like this and couldn't help but get furious.

Unfortunately, the man in front of him was a master of martial arts, and his strength was far more powerful than him, leaving him nowhere to vent his anger.

But, at this moment, a cold voice came from outside: "No one can control my life and death!"

Zheng!
Chapter completed!