"Boring..."
"Boring!!"
"I want to see blood flowing like a river!!"
At the top of the mountain,
Mr. Shen sits cross-legged, his hands supporting his chin.
He gazes at the lake, shaking his head, making strange noises from his mouth.
Zhao Zhenfeng's delay in going down into the lake makes the impatient Mr. Shen feel like his patience is almost worn out.
However, the more than half of the people he brought have already died.
The remaining people are special and key to the success or failure of the mission.
No matter how crazy Mr. Shen is, he doesn't dare to take the Holy Sect's mission lightly.
"Damn it!!"
"How about... going down and fighting the Disciple of Power Sect for a while first?!"
Mr. Shen leaps into the air out of nowhere, his figure rising.
His feet land on the ground, with a flicker of crazed light in his eyes.
This idea just emerges and keeps spreading in his mind.
Mr. Shen paces back and forth.
Feeling itchy in his hands.
In the end,
