But during the observation, Zhan Yu didn't feel any fluctuations in the avenue, which surprised him. Did he return to his original nature?

"You are Zutian."

Qiu Yao looked at him and said: "You pretended to be a disciple of my True Dragon Immortal Sect some time ago. Zutian, you are very brave. I need an explanation."

Zhan Yu frowned, what kind of occasion was this? How could he say something trivial or big?

Jun Tian didn't even look at her and walked forward ignoring her.

"How can a foreign evildoer stand in front of the Holy Emperor's Palace? How come the lessons from ancient times are not enough, and why do you still want to stand here to admire the Holy Emperor's grace and reflect on history?"

"I think you will die soon!" The Tyrant Sword Beast's sword light surged all over its body, and it almost pounced on it and killed it.

"That's what you think." Jun Tian said lightly: "Since the opening of the Holy Emperor's battlefield, how many waves of creatures from your alien race have come? The ones before were all dead, but now, a batch of fresh blood has arrived!"

"Zutian, you are crazy enough. It is rumored that you like to string corpses together and parade them through the streets. I wonder what it would be like to have you people strung together?" The Tyrant Sword Beast couldn't control the murderous intention in his heart, and his pupils looked at him from time to time.

In the distance, obviously waiting for someone.

"Don't look, they can't come."
Chapter completed!