A fine-looking Yan Immortal took a step forward and said arrogantly, "All of you, get off the ship! After entering my territory, the Whirling Heaven, everything is under our control. If you're sensible, I can still let you live, but otherwise, you'll all die without a burial place!"
No one would believe the words of these desperados. Jian Wushuang was sure that even if they gave away the ships, it was impossible for these desperados to let them go.
Everyone had a mocking look on their faces, and Chun Qiu even drew the long blade at his waist.
With the existence that could destroy the mighty spiritual monster on his own, it inexplicably made people feel at ease.
"Get lost," he said. The word that came out of Jian Wushuang's mouth reverberated through the entire world.
All the bandits were stunned, then they looked at each other and laughed.
