"Xu Mingkong, don't say it's you, the Lord of the Nine Pavilions, who is here. Even if Xing Xuhui comes in person today, he still has to be polite when talking to me, Qin Chen, or threaten me?

Who do you think you are?

Xuandao, palm mouth!"

Huh... In an instant, Li Xuandao's body turned into an afterimage.

Bang Bang!!! Two clear slaps sounded.

Li Xuandao was seen retreating back at this moment.

But there were two slap marks on Xu Mingkong's face, which were extremely obvious.

Both of them are Holy Emperors, but there is also a huge gap between the Holy Emperors.

This is why Xue Ziru and Luo Fengsong, even if their lungs are about to burst with anger, they can just endure it.

They are not afraid of Qin Chen now, but they have to be afraid of Li Xuandao who is standing beside Qin Chen.

"You..." "What are you?"

Qin Chen looked at Xu Jinxian, smiled faintly and said: "Either compete, or directly admit defeat, hand over the Seven Star Palace, and give me the martial arts sect, or... let me, a disciple of Xuan Dao, directly wipe out your life?
Chapter completed!