"No wonder they call them the Spirit Realm's Heaven's Chosen!"
Huangfu Qing's expression sharpened.
The eight ahead already made him feel a bit of pressure!
But these are just the average Heaven's Chosen of the Spirit Realm.
"Mr. Xu, I can hold off two of them." Huangfu Qing took a deep breath and spoke solemnly.
Xu Yang's eyes flashed with surprise, then he smirked: "Alright!"
Though even eight people didn't scare him.
But he was curious to see if Huangfu Qing had really tamed a bit.
"Are you the sentinels for the hundred-thousand-mile checkpoint?"
Xu Yang strode out into the air, his gaze razor-sharp fixed on the eight.
"Exactly!"
The leading youth looked Xu Yang over and sneered, "I heard Daqian has a new arrogant punk. Seeing you now, you don't look like much—definitely not three heads and six arms!"
"Kneel and beg now, and we'll let you suffer less!"
Xu Yang couldn't help laughing, turning to Huangfu Qing: "What do you think they look like?"
