Either summon back Elder Yu and Hallmaster Dao,
or Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe and the Dead Sea are doomed forever.
...
"Report!"
At the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, in front of the Saint Hall.
Xi crossed the Arena, left with only a handful of demi-saints, and once again approached the wheelchair, his heart in turmoil.
"Speak."
Ai Cangsheng put down the Evil Sin Bow, his face clouded with gloom.
Xu Xiaoshou simply couldn't shoot accurately, and this lad probably never intended to confront him directly.
Not much different from what he had originally thought...
He is just a dog!
Impossible to chase away or catch, if you turn to ignore it, it keeps barking loudly and comes up to scratch you with its claws, utterly annoying!
It's so frustrating.
In thirty years, Ai Cangsheng had never fought such a frustrating battle.
At one point, he thought that Dao Qiongcang had taken his side, scheming for Xu Xiaoshou.
But this, clearly, was impossible.
"Speak."
