Two Throne Bodies?

Zhang Zhongmou abruptly looked toward Xu Xiaoshou. He realized that the crux of the matter still lay with this person.

"Sir, I truly do not wish to fight you, nor did I call for anyone..."

He had wanted to strike back, but after witnessing A-Jie's strength, he no longer had the slightest doubt about Xu Xiaoshou's combat power.

This man had to be Cutting Path!

Otherwise, how could he possibly have nurtured someone so young into attaining a Throne body!

When one stood beneath another's eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head.

Zhang Zhongmou said heavily, "Have your man return 'Heavenly Origin Mist Mountain' to this old man. Leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened."

"Including that explosion just now!" he added.

Xu Xiaoshou raised an eyebrow.

Now that he understood A-Jie's fighting strength, he suddenly no longer felt so intimidated.

If A-Jie alone could hold back this old man, then inside his Origin Mansion was Xin Gugu, who claimed he could withstand any number of Thrones...

"Heavenly Origin Mist Mountain?" Xu Xiaoshou's lips curled. "That's what it's called?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Zhongmou nodded. He could no longer bear to look at the swollen, crimson-purple shield.

Even one glance made him feel as though his heart were bleeding.

"Fine."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded solemnly. "A-Jie, stop!"

The roaring of the void abruptly ceased. A-Jie turned around in confusion. "Mama..."

"Let me have a look at that shield."

Xu Xiaoshou crooked a finger.

With a whoosh, A-Jie directly tossed the shield over, and it landed in his hands.

Zhang Zhongmou's heart stirred. Now that it had escaped A-Jie's control, perhaps he could directly summon Heavenly Origin Mist Mountain back.

A thought from his spiritual sense moved.

The purple shield once again sent back a helpless, agonized intent. This time,