In his eyes, all the eight-star sects were nothing but dog sh*t.
Once Emperor Babidi's plan succeeded, the entire Ancient Moon Spacetime would be theirs.
Even the nine-star sect, the Ancient Moon Sect, would have to crawl over to shine their shoes.
Such arrogant thoughts, one wonders how many teeth would be knocked out of anyone who came to know of them.
Daoist Qingtian was utterly hopeless.
His strength was inadequate.
His background was useless.
All he could do was await death.
Dylan played around for a bit, feeling bored, then grabbed Qingtian along with three others, and returned together to the outside of the rift.
"Why haven't you gone in yet?!" Dylan looked at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang's expression remained unchanged, showing no intention of making a move, and strode in directly.
Right in front of Dylan, he swaggered in.
What did he have to fear?
