Su Xuan smirked and said, Jing Zhongling pursed his lips and thought, you never want to make a move, it's truly rare to see you act this time.
"Boss, do you think that turtle son Di Lingtian is dead?"
"No, let me tell you, if Di Lingtian didn't die, he'd definitely cause a lot of trouble again. But for now, we don't need to worry too much; that guy would have to shed a layer of skin even if he's alive."
Su Xuan smiled faintly. He saw Di Lingtian being taken away last night, but he couldn't get away to chase him at the time, anyway, chasing that guy is pointless.
Behind a mountain peak, there is approximately a few thousand square meters of retro architecture. On the mountain gate, the characters for Mountain Sect are written.
"Who did it, who was it?"
Inside Junhe Hall of the Mountain Sect, five corpses are lined horizontally on the ground. Looking at those five bodies, a white-bearded old man in the main seat of Junhe Hall roared like a Cultivation Taoist.
