"Little Long Yan, surrender now and This Seat can promise you an easy death!"
With his sword in hand, greed flickers in the cold depths of Zong Yao's eyes.
On Long Yan, there are Five Strange Flames and powerful Divine Abilities and Dao Techniques. These are all treasures. The Supreme Hall has suffered heavy losses this time, and only by obtaining these things can they compensate for the losses of the Supreme Hall.
"Zong Yao, that's all you got. If you were at my Cultivation Base, you would be nothing before me, even less in front of my father!"
A smile appears on Long Yan's pale face, looking at Zong Yao disdainfully.
"Impudence!"
Zong Yao scolds coldly, his face becoming gloomy.
This was an absolute taboo for him. With these words, Long Yan was rubbing salt in his wounds. He had to admit, if Long Yan truly was at his same level of Cultivation Base, he would not stand a chance against Long Yan, and would be instantly defeated.
