During the conversation,
Zhang Jing casually waved his hand, and a large amount of mist formed out of the void from various places, sweeping away the fishy stench that permeated the room.
On the other side,
the three-foot-tall figure couldn't help but bulge its eyes, looking towards Zhang Jing with an incredulous gaze.
Had it misheard?
Someone dared to threaten Mysterious Pavilion?
"Zhang Jing, is it? Who do you think you are, an Earth Immortal? Even a mere Dharma Phase dares to threaten the Mysterious Pavilion in the nascent Immortal City?"
The old crone's expression stalled, then she said with a cold tone.
As her voice fell,
swish swish!
Figures clad in black robes, brimming with the peak power fluctuations of the Dharma Phase, appeared one after another in every corner, quickly surrounding Zhang Jing without leaving any gaps.
In the alley outside, similarly, figures in black robes appeared one after the other.
A formidable killing intent connected as one.
