"Old Liu!"
"This old Liu!"
"Hahaha, well-said! Well-said!"
...
The might of the black palm, striking deep into the hearts of many!
Therefore, without needing to say the word "garbage," even when Liu Laoliu suddenly lashed out and called his fellow disciples egghawks, they wouldn't mind in the slightest!
"That attack formed by the Dao soldiers' battle spirits!"
"Old Liu can actually forcibly control it using formation magic!"
"With just this hand, the four Dao soldiers pose no threat to our Yin-Yang sect!"
...
Even though the conclusion of a battle to the death will not change in any way...
"But if we can annihilate the four Dao soldiers of Wenqing Hall and Wuliang Pavilion, what does it matter to be vanquished! What does it matter!"
Inside Heng Yan's heart, he shouted with extreme excitement!
Shouting amidst the humming of the void!
Amidst the humming, the black palm was unrestrained!
