"Don 't!"
"Senior, please spare me!"
The immortal Palace was filled with terrified screams.
The true immortals fled in all directions, their faces pale and filled with despair.
Some golden Immortals had joined forces to resist the half-step zenith heaven cultivators and the heavenly venerate old monsters.
"Tsk!"
Tang Hao looked around. He could not bear to do that.
Although he was used to killing, he would never kill the innocent.
"That guy is ...?"
He swept his gaze around and his eyes suddenly fell on one of the figures. It was a fat man wearing a gray Daoist robe. His stomach was round and his eyes were so fat that they were squinted into a thin line. It was the old monster heavenly venerate of the heaven seeking sect.
"Come on! All of you, come in!"
"Stop running! It's your honor to be chosen by this Taoist Grandpa!"
He muttered to himself as he chased after a group of true immortals with a cloth bag in his hand.
Whoosh!
