Senior Dongfang?
Anticipation surfaced in Jiang Changsheng's eyes. In order to force that Golden Body realm expert to attack, he deliberately held back, fearing that his Ziwei Imprisoning Heaven Divine Dao Palm would scare the other party away.
He gripped the Qilin Horsetail Whisk tightly and his wrists kept shaking. Looking carefully, his hands were also trembling.
It was not from fear, but from extreme excitement.
Fortunately, he had Ping'an by his side. If it were someone else, they would really think that he was afraid.
"Come out, don't disappoint me!"
Jiang Changsheng muttered to himself. Ping'an did not understand his words and merely stared at the eight True Gods in the distance. He was like a wild beast that was about to rush up at any time. He was just waiting for Jiang Changsheng to speak.
