"Wow!"

Su Han flipped his hands and took out a portrait.

He handed it to the old man and said in a deep voice: "Expand your spiritual mind and scan Qinglian City to see if the people on this portrait are in Qinglian City."

The puppet old man glanced at the portrait, and his spiritual thoughts immediately unfolded, sweeping across the entire Qinglian City in an instant.

"Not here." He said stiffly.

After hearing this, Su Han's expression became much colder.

"call out!"

Without any hesitation at all, the explosive bead with six golden streaks in his hand was thrown directly towards Qinglian City.

"No!!!"

Seeing this scene, countless monks showed despair and screamed.

"You all deserve to die!"

Su Han, on the other hand, had no sympathy for these desperate screams.

Perhaps there are many monks in Qinglian City, casual cultivators, or people from other forces.

but--

They shouldn't be here to watch the excitement before they show up.
Chapter completed!