"Your Excellency must be looking for an excuse to cause trouble, right?" Wen Yi said coldly.
Tang Ze smiled and said, "I need to find an excuse to cause trouble here." After that, he swiped his fingers and the groom's legs fell off.
A man in a black robe sitting next to Wen Yi said with a smile: "Sir, I am the messenger of the Soul Palace. Zuo Feng, why don't you give the Soul Palace some face?"
"Don't get involved in any reckless activities in your next life, or you will die." Tang Ze had just finished speaking when the Soul Palace messenger exploded and died, and the soul in his body exploded along with it.
This scared Wen Yi. This was the Soul Palace's messenger, a powerful man who had reached the great perfection of the Mahayana stage and was only one step away from becoming a true immortal. How could he be killed instantly?
Wen Yi immediately looked at one of the elders and asked, "Are you going to kill all the people in the pavilion?"
"My friend, I'm so sorry. I'm willing to compensate you with a bowl full of beef. Please calm down."
"I'm a reasonable person, it depends on whether you are worthy of the truth. Otherwise, everyone here today will die." Tang Ze's words frightened everyone. He was not even afraid of the Soul Palace, let alone Zixu Pavilion.
Wen Yi asked an elder to handle it, but he winked, obviously asking the elder to notify the Soul Palace.
The elder also understood the situation and did it immediately.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you take a seat first and have some wedding wine."
As soon as Wen Yi finished speaking, the groom exploded in the air, with his flesh scattered all over the ground: "Whose wedding do you want to eat?"
Wen Yi's face turned pale at such a rude behavior. It was too disrespectful and too bullying!
Where did this young man come from? Is he a powerful person from other immortal cultivation countries?
A true fairyland?
However, the True Immortal Realm is like an ant in front of the Soul Palace. We just need to delay him and wait for support.
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