Silence.
Since the Drunken Immortal Building was established, no one had ever dared to barge in by breaking down the door.
At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the figure dressed in a Gold-Patterned Profound Robe, wielding the Ghost Head Greatsword.
"How dare you break into my..."
Someone was about to scold loudly.
At that time, the sycophantic man slowly walked to the center of the first floor, gestured with his hand, and interrupted the person upstairs.
At this moment, his presence was commanding, completely bereft of the obsequious demeanor he had shown earlier; he now resembled a person of high authority and importance.
Bang!
The first thing he did was kick away the headless corpse of the tiger demon.
Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he smirked mockingly at Qin Zheng.
"You are..."
Whoosh!
Bang!!
A sudden gust of wind struck, and immediately his figure was blown backward, flying through the air like the tiger demon before him, and crashing harshly to the ground.
