"Our Pavilion said, the past is the past, today is today."
Ren Qinghuan's figure was graceful, her slender hand holding that water blue longsword, her expression ice-cold.
As she finished speaking, her foot lightly tapped the void, her figure instantly disappeared and reappeared in front of Yuwen Chengyin, with overwhelming sword light following.
The same was true for Ming Xushen.
Tong Lihui did not miss any opportunity, and compared to Yuwen Chengyin, the one he hated the most was still this traitor, Ming Xushen!
No, if it were just betrayal, perhaps it wouldn't be so detestable, but the people of the Ming surname faction, heartless as dogs, after enjoying the grace of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion for countless years, now repay kindness with ingratitude, forgetting favors, bringing disgust.
"Forbidden Curse—Storm Sword Blade!"
And just when the battle of the four Divine Sea Realm powers reached a climax, Su Han's voice came once again.
