"Impudent!"
The Taoist priest flew into a rage and waved the horsetail whisk in his hand gently. It was as if he had waved the entire galaxy as he brazenly faced the huge sword that was slashing towards him.
Rumble…
As the void trembled, the horsetail whisk in the Taoist priest's hand shattered, and he took several steps back.
His expression was filled with shock and anger. His left hand that was hanging from his waist kept shaking, and blood slowly dripped down, "Junior, how dare you hurt me?"
"You'll die if you say one more word!" Ye Wushuang's expression was cold.
The Taoist priest, " "You…"
"Don't be rash!"
Old Wang hurriedly stopped him, "This is Immortal Lei Wanjun from Purple Cloud Grotto. I invited him here to resolve the matter regarding the Yangtze River's Water Dragon Palace."
