"Sir... what a grandiose claim."
Upon hearing this, Qingxu Child's face involuntarily flashed a hint of indignation.
All of them were Mahayana Monks, and even though a single Mahayana Monk's combat power greatly influenced the battlefield, it was not an excuse for the other party to act so recklessly.
Moreover, deep down in his heart, there was still a trace of pride.
After all, he was a Mahayana Monk who had survived four calamities and wielded a rare treasure from the Immortal Mansion, feeling somewhat entitled due to his age and experience.
"Wu Xingzi is at my mercy to kill, and I have to keep the name behind Old Meng intact, after all, it's all about saving some face for the Mahayana Monks... hehe."
Fang Xi sneered coldly and directly raised his hand.
From the Storage Ring, a head and a magical artifact appeared.
