"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!"
The violent energy burst forth from those five individuals, who screamed in agony at the same time!
"..." Ye Hao, holding his axe, had a face full of gloom.
He looked at Chen Fan and said, "Brother Fan, do you ever get that feeling... like when you're about to sneeze but, even after preparing for a long time, you can't sneeze?"
Chen Fan looked at the Heaven-severing Demon Sword in his hand and, with a thought, stored it away.
Ye Hao was still somewhat annoyed and said, "If that's the case, why didn't old sister and I just appear in our true forms from the start?"
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Thousands of years have passed, revealing our true forms might not be enough to subdue these people... The noble Ye Clan from Capital Heaven, mixing with the Underworld Divine Race, on what grounds do you believe they would remain loyal to you who have already perished?"
