Wang Xian’s gaze swept across the group of strong disciples of the Xiao Yao sect. He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.
“They want to snatch the treasures in my hands. Naturally, I have to kill them.”
Wang Xian stared at them and spoke with a calm expression!
“Snatch Your Things? HMPH, would the disciples of the Xiao Yao sect snatch your things?”
More than 20 dominant disciples stared at Wang Xian and said coldly.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you!”
Wang Xian looked at them and continued to speak indifferently!
“You’re courting death. Suppress him and hand him over to the Deacons of our sect to be judged!”
Among the more than 20 dominant disciples of the Xiao Yao sect, one of them who was at the peak of the dominant state spoke.
As soon as he finished his sentence, he waved his arm and a round ball attacked Wang Xian.
In the surrounding area, all the disciples of the Xiao Yao sect attacked in an attempt to suppress Wang Xian!
