The burly man's tone was calm, and the more he spoke, the heavier his tone became. It was full of oppression.
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang said with a faint smile, "Are you using Heavenly Snake Playboy to pressure me now?"
The leader of the group replied expressionlessly, "Sir, I'm not trying to pressure you with my words. I just hope that you can think about the implications of this. As far as I know, no one who dares to meddle in Playboy's affairs is still alive."
"Oh? Is that so?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and then his tone suddenly became cold. He laughed in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but I don't like to care about the consequences, especially about Heavenly Snake Playboy."
The next moment!
The Wuqi Divine Sword in Jian Wushuang's hand was suddenly unsheathed!
A sharp blood-red sword light shot up into the sky!
"Split open the sky!"
Clang!
The sword-light instantly slashed toward the five Ultimate Rulers!
