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Cao Xing was speechless. "Do you think I'm stupid? Throw my weapons down so you can beat us up?"
That commander of ten thousand also knew Cao Xing could not possibly agree to such terms. He was merely testing Cao Xing's limits.
He continued, "Then all of you retreat now. Keep retreating until you reach the edge of the Blood Formation!"
Cao Xing seemed to realize something. "Oh? You want to run?"
The commander of ten thousand did not answer, instead shouting once more.
The evening wind swept in, making the people by the shore shiver. The West Sea in winter looked darker than ever.
At the moment Elder Hou called for help, two Void Refinement Realm cultivators from the Shennong Sect who had rushed over from the mountain arrived in time.
Then, amid the vast green mountains, a streak of azure mist suddenly shot out. The great demon in black robes desperately wanted to leave, but a blast of sword qi followed close behind him.
Liang Hao's words made many people's expressions shift. The scenes in the Dream-Returning Pearl had only been fragments. From that little alone, they could confirm that Liang Hao had killed Mo Ruo, but the reason behind it could not be investigated further.
Under normal circumstances, Jian Quan would have refused long ago. But before someone so beautiful, he truly had little resistance. Stammering, he agreed and prepared to head to her palace.
Yet many people actually did not know. They only thought those things had all been created by comic artists.
Su Linglu was on the phone with someone, discussing company matters, and did not notice her son's movements.
Zhan Zhao watched from afar, not daring to approach. He more or less knew that Fei'er vomiting blood this time was related to