Lu Lungan's mouth twitched slightly at those words, then he shouted loudly, "Even if it was the Long Night Saint Dragon Palace that killed them, it was because of you that they died. Beigong Xianfeng, in this battle, I will ensure you come but never return."
"Mutual feelings!" The momentum of Beigong Xianfeng was not at all weaker.
The looks in both men's eyes continuously clashed in midair, as if lightning crazily flashed by, and then almost simultaneously, they turned, each to return to their respective cities. The great battle was about to begin.
However, just as Beigong Xianfeng turned, a stream of ice and snow light, quick to the extreme, flashed suddenly.
The next moment, the Ice Soul Cold Eagle appeared from within the stream of light, settling atop the immense avian mount of Beigong Xianfeng, and a voice, cold to the extreme, rang out, "Beigong Xianfeng, where is Sikong Jing?"
Beigong Xianfeng was stunned at these words, as were Cao Yi and the other vice commanders...
