"Three people... all contracted, half a step to destroying the city."
“Okay, okay…”
The exiled immortal's tone became increasingly cold, and his murderous intent overflowed from his face without any concealment, spreading throughout the entire space.
Obviously, the murderous intent was an illusory existence, but at this moment it was like a tangible object, cutting through the skin of the three people like a bayonet. The sharp pain made the old man subconsciously look at his own skin.
There is no actual damage to the skin; this pain comes from mental hallucinations.
The exiled immortal was really angry.
What made it angry was not the scene where three people defeated it in ten minutes, nor was it the suspicion that they had the props to restrain it, nor was it the questioning in a neither humble nor arrogant, but equal tone.
It has nothing to do with the box.
It’s just—a contract to destroy the city halfway!
It can be calm and composed at any point, except for the contract, where it cannot maintain its image.
"Is it the weirdness and lowliness of the current situation, or is it that humans have grown terrifying again? I really can't tell."
The exiled immortal stood up, and as it moved, the amplitude of the scene's movement became much larger.
"No wonder the scholar suffered at the hands of humans. It turns out that the humans out there have grown to this level. It seems... I can't just sit back and watch."
Lin Fan was a little surprised. This was the first time in such a long time that he had fallen out with Miecheng for such a reason.
Isn't Half-Step Destroying City an insignificant existence in the eyes of Destroying City?
When the scholar saw the three masters half a step away from destroying the city, he didn't take it seriously even if the ghost shadow provoked him.
Why would this banished immortal, one of the four evil spirits of Xiangyu, cause such a big fuss?
"Exiled Immortal, perhaps we should have a calm chat."
"Chat? Then I'll chat with you for a hundred years."
The exiled immortal raised his hand, silk fluttered in the sky, and corpses squirmed on the ground.
Time seems to have become the most worthless product in the world.
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