"Hiss!"
Seeing this terrifying scene, everyone from the Immortal Realm sharply sucked in a cold breath in horror.
Their eyeballs almost popped out.
"Serves him right!" Yinyang Wan'Er stuck out her tongue.
Having crippled Jiang He with a single palm, Nine Nether grinned coldly and said, "Just a mere late-stage Immortal Monarch, I really don't know where you got the guts to act so arrogant."
"Bastard! You dare injure this young master!" Jiang He roared furiously in a frenzy, "The Primordial Immortal Palace will never let you off! I want you all dead!"
"Who dies is still up in the air." A trace of disdainful cold smile surfaced on Tian Lin's old face, as if he were watching a clown jumping about.
At the side, Emperor Jiang wore a playful cold smile as he said, "Then it depends on how strong that Primordial Immortal Palace backing you really is. We won't be leaving for a while—go ahead and call them now."
