"Who ... Who is it ..."
Jiang Zhaoyan looked as if he had seen a ghost. He turned around but didn't see anyone.
100,000 pairs of eyes were watching, but they didn't see anyone.
Did he really see a ghost?
"Didn't you want to find me? Now I'm here on my own! Are you satisfied?"
At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came from the void, giving everyone a big fright.
An ink-colored ghost mask appeared out of thin air.
Chen Xiaobei's face was revealed when the mask was taken off. His expression was calm, but his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent.
At this moment, the explosive flame Spirit King Sword pierced through Jiang Zhaoyan's dantian from behind, which was equivalent to directly crippling the old man's cultivation.
Chen Xiaobei only needed to think about it and Jiang Zhaoyan would be dead.
That's right!
