"You bastard! Let's see how I slaughter you today!"
Xiao Long was truly enraged. He had never imagined that the Zhu Xian Sword he had just taken out to show off would be snatched away so easily.
Furious, he brought out the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and viciously attacked Randeng.
Randeng's face paled in shock, and he immediately turned and ran.
But his mount, the seven-colored deer, became another lost soul beneath Xiao Long's Golden Flood Dragon Scissors!
"Everyone, attack together! Xiao Long has already gone mad!"
Randeng returned to the Xi Qi army and addressed the many soldiers.
Seeing that Xiao Long no longer had the Zhu Xian Sword and was only barely holding on with the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, the Twelve Golden Immortals no longer had any reservations and attacked together.
They refused to believe that so many of them, including two Grand Unity Golden Immortals, would fear a mere Golden Immortal wielding the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors!
"Fuck you! You pack of bastards!"
Xiao Long was so frustrated he could die. What kind of disciples had that old bastard Primordial Heavenly Venerate raised?!
Randeng smiled sinisterly from the side.
Coming down the mountain this time was truly not in vain!
He had obtained three Innate Spirit Treasures alone!
The Sea Calming Divine Pearl, the Earthfall Treasure Coin, and the Zhu Xian Sword—each was more powerful than the last! He had struck it rich!
His current wealth was probably no less than that of some poorer Saints!
"Randeng, you bastard, you want my Zhu Xian Sword, right? Then I'll let you have it!"
There was no way Xiao Long could defeat so many powerful opponents by himself.
He hurried back to the front of the Shang Army.
Now, he was completely enraged!
Since Randeng wanted to play,