Li Chuchu's face was ashen as he looked at Zhao Hai. However, he was a heaven's pride level figure. Usually, no one would argue with him. Now that he was arguing with Zhao Hai, he was naturally at a disadvantage.
Zhao Hai didn't say anything else. He just laughed a few times and let Dongfang Yu fight. Holding the fire Dragon Sword, Dongfang Yu stood in front of li Tutu and sneered, &Quot; I didn't expect the people of the cultivation world to be so magnanimous. You were the one who suggested the three sword strikes in the competition, but you blamed others for your own incompetence. What an eye-opening experience. &Quot;
&Quot; Humph! &Quot; li chuchen snorted coldly. &Quot; don't use your sharp tongue. You're all going to die today! &Quot;
"You want us to die?" Dongfang Yu sneered. Let's see if you're qualified. Today, your Grandpa Dongfang will test his sword on you."
