"I'm leaving!"
In front of the city gate of Emperor pan, Tang Hao turned to the cultivators behind him and waved his hand.
"Let's hurry up and leave!"
"Run! Hurry up! You fiend, you better not stay!"
The cultivators of the 33 heavens all had black faces, especially those of the seven tribulations.
"There! I'll return these people to you!"
Tang Hao flicked his sleeve. Figures flew out and landed in the city like a tide.
"We'll meet again!"
He clapped his hands and flew up, rushing out of the city and into the sea of clouds.
"This stinky brat!"
The Group of Seven tribulations gritted their teeth and cursed angrily.
This trip, their 33 heavens 'face had truly been completely lost!
"Trash! You're all a bunch of good-for-nothings and good-for-nothing!"
"Men! Drag them back to the city!"
They looked at the naked Saints on the ground and were all furious.
