Keeping Promises, Nothing but Skilled Hands

"None of you are getting away." Xi Huang's voice rang out from the darkness.

As her voice echoed in everyone's ears, the entire Qin City had already been enveloped within the range of the Human Emperor Banner.

"Another True God Realm?"

"This kid has quite a few trump cards, but they're still useless." Gu Qingyu remained extremely confident in herself.

Including her, Nine Nether Hall had two True God Realm experts.

With Zhang Tianyou, Chu Zesheng, and that Su Yanyang added in, their number of True Gods far exceeded that of Qin Luo's group.

Especially Li Changshan beside Qin Luo. He was a coward. The moment he saw Zhang Tianyou and the others make their move, his first thought had been to slip away, terrified of getting splattered with blood.

But the sky had darkened, and the Human Emperor Banner had enveloped him as well.

At that moment, one of his subordinates reminded him, "Manager Li, counting Elder Qin, we have three True God Realm experts now."

"The other side has five. The advantage is not on our side!" Li Changshan decisively rejected his last possible path to survival.

After steadying himself, Zhang Tianyou wore an enraged expression. "Good, good, good! You actually dared to hurt me!"

"Today, I'll let you know exactly how the word 'death' is written!"

Just now, he felt that he had been careless. He had not dodged, nor had he erupted with his full strength. Now, he would not give Qin Luo another chance.

Shen Wanning softly reminded Qin Luo from behind, "Senior Brother, do you need me to act? I can borrow the power of the Heavenly Tribulation..."

Qin Luo turned around and rubbed her little face. "Your man doesn't need your protection yet. Be good and wait here."

"This battle will be over