"Long Yan, it's you!"
Ji Shaobai turned around, and his gaze locked on Long Yan instantly. As for the little black dog beside Long Yan, he had completely ignored it.
"Murdering and plundering, I didn't expect the people of the Supreme Hall to have such morals."
Long Yan looked at Ji Shaobai indifferently, not concealing the disdain in his expression.
He knew Ji Shaobai's identity; as a Direct Disciple of White Emperor, Ji Shaobai had a strong backing. No wonder he dared to attack Dan Chenzi.
"Since you are here, stay and accompany him in death."
A trace of murderous intent rose in Ji Shaobai's bewitching eyes. In his eyes, Long Yan was already a dead man.
Long Yan's current reputation was extremely well-known, the number one genius of the Southern Wasteland Continent.
However, in Ji Shaobai's view, Southern Wasteland had declined. There was no more genius after the Saint Heaven Sect. Although Long Yan had defeated Huangfu Qingyu, he still did not take Long Yan seriously.
