Outside Wanxiang Pavilion, on the reception platform.
Like a winding river of stars, the Dragon Horn Silver Dragon abruptly landed, transforming into a robust man clad in heavy silver armor, wielding a Crescent Moon Halberd, which he heavily smashed onto the ground!
Qi Zhaoping's expression was darkly sinister, his eyes coldly sweeping over the Array before him.
Normally, if he personally visited, those lowly servants would probably come out to greet him from a thousand miles away, licking their faces.
But now that he was outside the Sect, there was not the slightest movement inside.
Did that old fool from Wanxiang Pavilion fry his brains when he reached the Union Dao? Did he really think he could just shut the doors and brush this matter off?
Daydreaming!
"I will only give you time to count to three, if you do not come out, today I will demolish your Sect Protection Array!"
Qi Zhaoping closed his eyes, suddenly clenching his halberd tightly, and coldly said: "One!"
