Sect-Defending Saint Weapon, Goddess Furnace
"Little Friend Ye is done for. Heaven envies genius—alas, what a tragedy."
"The Golden Crow Clan, the Lunar Ancient Sect, and the Ancient Daoist Temple of Nether Ridge—what kind of top-tier cultivation powers are they? Ganging up on the few with the many, this is simply too much, too much... boohoohoo..."
Having received a king-grade divine material from Ye Fan, Mystic Tortoise Elder began his usual empty bluster.
His longtime friends, Black Dragon Patriarch and the former Sea God Sect Leader, sighed and efficiently carried Mystic Tortoise Elder away between them, clearly well practiced at this.
Hadn't he seen the three Saint Weapons from the Golden Crow Clan's camp aimed in this direction?
In a clash between supreme Saint Weapons, even Dao-Severing Kings could be swept away. Their three old sets of bones were nowhere near enough to withstand it—they could not let that bastard Mystic Tortoise keep running his mouth.
"Ye Fan, do you need help?"
From the Vast Cold Palace camp, the number one beauty of Purple Tenuity, seated within the Divine Moon Chariot, could not help sending a divine message in secret, her tone urgent.
The death of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was a minor matter; injury to a descendant of the Lunar Ancient Sect was the major one.
The sect-defending Saint Weapon bestowed by the Vast Cold King was in Yi Qingwu's hands. If activated, it could at least help Ye Fan restrain one supreme Saint Weapon of world-shaking power.
"No rush. This Holy Son has plenty of tricks up his sleeve~"
A divine message soon came back from the center of the battlefield. His unhurried attitude made the Vast Cold Spirit Body grit her pearly teeth in irritation. It would serve this bastard right if he died.
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