Zhunti's face was grim, Jieyin turned his head angrily, shouting:
"You brat, don't get carried away!"
"Do you truly think the two of us dare not fight you?"
The Twelve Grade Lotus Platform was thundering, murder intent permeating, causing the void beneath Jieyin's feet to split like a cobweb.
As one of the oldest Saints, he had his own pride, and his majesty could not be challenged!
But unfortunately.
Lin Heng remained unmoved.
"Both of you, the battle at Qingqiu is not over yet, let's go, decide victory or defeat, decide life or death."
"Settle everything."
Lin Heng waved his hand, a great river of time and space stretched across before the two Western Saints.
Jieyin gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said to Zhunti, "It seems we can't leave unless we kill him."
Zhunti's brows were knitted into a line, and he secretly transmitted, "His aura far surpasses that time, I'm worried something might go wrong..."
