Xu Xiaoshou's eyes had been opened.
It turned out that this was how the fairies fought each other.
With great ease, the masked man had severely injured Xiao Qixiu with one strike of the sword and hung the nine elders in the air with his sword will. Because of the hostage situation, Ye Xiaotian was subdued.
Stealing a glance at the nine elders hung in the air, Ye Xiaotian couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "They're a bunch of useless helpers!"
In Elder Sang and Ye Xiaotian's original plans they'd designed, these old guys weren't meant to be employed, but they'd insisted on helping out in an attempt to prove the value of their existence.
Did they really think it was a piece of cake to capture "Saint Servant?"
"Click, click!"
Ye Xiaotian grew angrier. As a result, a large crack appeared in the space. Before the masked man could respond, Xu Xiaoshou hastened to say, "Don't be so emotional. Impulse is the devil!"
