"Blood Sword Master, don't even think about leaving until you hand over the black wings," Ruler Tyrant Axe shouted.
"Humph, Tyrant Axe, you think too highly of yourself. So what if you have a Suppression Type Pinnacle True Treasure? Even if I can't leave, how can you kill me?" Jian Wushuang's eyes were cold, there was no fear in his expression.
He just did not want to cause too much trouble, so he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
But now that he could not leave, there was nothing to be afraid of.
It was not easy to kill him in this Star Field with his life-saving means.
"Let's try it."
Ruler Tyrant Axe did not want to waste time with Jian Wushuang. He transformed into a golden demonic god and dashed toward Jian Wushuang with the mighty golden axe in his hand.
Jian Wushuang also went up to meet him.
