"Are they coming to attack?"
Upon hearing Zhu Zhenghe's words, Che Shidao snorted coldly, releasing his previously restrained aura without reservation.
The tremendous pressure of a late-stage Human Immortal forced many Divine Spirits present, including Zhu Zhenghe himself, to involuntarily step back a few steps, their faces drastically changing.
"If that old mudfish dares to come, it will be perfect to capture him and stew a mudfish soup," he said.
Observing the sudden change in Zhu Zhenghe's expression, Che Shidao spoke with a hint of mystery, "My Taiping Dao has just relocated to the Changqing Domain, and I am worried about settling a small country.
If that old dragon truly wishes to court death, we might as well kill him and conveniently take over Jiuchuan Country to establish another branch.
Friend, what do you think of this idea?"
Listening to this, it was unclear whether he was referring to the Jiuchuan Dragon Palace, their Xuan Turtle Mountain, or some other forces.
