At that moment, Su Chen said, "No need to bother with formalities, let's just do it here."
Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder's mouth curled into a cold smile, and the Third Elder burst into a ferocious laugh, "Kid, since you're seeking death, I'll grant your wish."
After that, he turned once again and said to one side, "Sect Leader, this time it was this kid who agreed himself, I hope the Sect Leader won't interfere later."
Hmph!
Hearing this, Sect Master Fang's face darkened, his gaze flickering.
Standing beside him, Fang Yan did indeed snort coldly, and Qingqing was extremely anxious.
"Kid, go to hell!"
The Third Elder Zhang let out an angry roar and raised his palm.
On the large palm, a metallic luster appeared, as if it were steel, extraordinarily solid.
This was a kind of ultimate move called "Iron Sand Palm," extremely terrifying.
If one palm strike went down, nothing could withstand it.
Hmph!
Watching the oncoming palm strike, Su Chen sneered.
