Ling Yun's eyes were cold.

The ancient silver sword in his hand dropped, pointing at the throat of Wu Dao.

For the first time, panic appeared in Xianwu Dao's eyes.

"Untouchable, if you dare to hurt my senior brother again, I promise to kill all nine of your tribes!"

An extremely resentful voice sounded.

It was Fang Ning who spoke.

The way she looked at Wu Dao was full of heartache, but when she looked at Ling Yun, she felt as resentful as possible.

"Young man, this is over. Don't play with fire and burn yourself. Let the Tao of Nothingness go."

Behind Fang Ning, an old man in white appeared.

"Wusunli!"

Seeing this old man in white, many powerful masters had serious expressions on their faces.
Chapter completed!