A figure slowly walked out of the abandoned Street with a faint smile on his face.
However, if one looked closely, one would find that there was a strong sense of mockery hidden in that smile.
Even in the face of countless cultivators, Tang Zhen's expression did not change. It was as if he was surrounded by a group of chickens and wild dogs.
He pretended to be fierce, but it was really laughable.
The attitude conveyed by his eyes made the high and mighty immortal Masters feel angry.
According to their expectations, Tang Zhen, who was surrounded by a large number of soldiers, should be trembling and begging for his life.
He shouldn't be like this, with such a calm and composed attitude, as if he didn't care about his life at all.
"You're about to die, what else do you have to say?"
The flying celestial sect's elder spoke. He had a furious expression as he glared at Tang Zhen.
