"Pan Zhe, do you dare fight with me?"
Yang Mu, sitting on the Double-headed Dragon, gazed afar at Pan Zhe on the Silver Horn Ship and yelled.
The silver huge sword flew out and hovered on Yang Mu's head, letting out ten meter long light, which was orientated at Pan Zhe directly.
On the Silver Horn Ship, Pan Zhe smiled with the fan in his hand, "Yang Mu, we came to destroy your Yang Family. Not to waste our time."
"You chickened? Don't you?" Yang Mu laughed, "Pan Zhe, ah, Pan Zhe, I know you are a coward."
Pan Zhe didn't appeared irritated but shook his head with a smile, then turned to the warriors beside him, "Don't waste time. Take them."
"Divine son is correct." Wei Qing, the Nirvana Realm warrior from the Penglai Divine Land nodded, "We can't settled down if the Yang Family is not destroyed. They often came to the Sky Sea to make trouble. They deserve it."
"Kill." Pan Zhe waved his hand.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
