The Holy Lord ignored him and turned his gaze to Jiang Ming, "What do you think of me dealing with him?"
"What's there to think about?" Jiang Ming leveraged his foot, directly crushing the skull of the Black Mountain Old Demon, then said, "My enemies are always annihilated, without leaving any problems for me."
There was a pause in his speech, he queried, "Seven Night Holy Monarch?"
"Indeed!" Seven Night Holy Monarch nodded, his aura also suddenly growing sharp. A sweep of sword light broke out above his head, disturbing the night sky. One of his hands rested on the hilt of his sword, "In name, he is also from my Dark Moon Dynasty lineage. Yet you killed him before my eyes. Even though I also wanted to kill him, I cannot ignore this."
"Hold on!" Jiang Ming enquired, "Do you know Nie Xiaoqian?"
"Nie Xiaoqian? No, I don't!"
"You don't?"
Jiang Ming had a complex expression.
Indeed, the situation had changed again.
