Su Yanran's face immediately turned ashen. That was impossible. She had sent fifteen golden-masked men to guard Yun Xiaotian. They all had spiritual power above the sixth layer of the Spirit Emperor realm, and they were not far from here. How could they be taken out?
Yun Chujiu laughed mockingly. "Su Yanran, you still don't admit that your brain isn't working. You only sent a few people to guard the hostages, and they aren't even in sight. Don't you think you're even dumber than a pig?"
"You! Did you send people to kidnap Yun Xiaotian?" Su Yanran's face was ashen. Yun Xiaotian was her trump card, but she had not expected Yun Chujiu to send people to save him.
"What now Su Yanran? Your trump card is already gone. Now it's time for us to fight to the death." Yun Chujiu said with a cold smile.
