Just let it go.

...

Seeing Ning Fengxue, the peak cultivator of this world, leave, Yun Yang's eyes were deep.

Eastern stars!

It turns out that Dongfang Haoran's son ordered the most, and he was the most urgent thing he wanted to die. He actually sent a semi-saint cultivator to believe in the sniper operation, and he was so determined to perish himself.

"It's time to completely solve this matter. I just don't know...whether you are willing to see the scene after I resolve it..."

"The arrival of this semi-saint should be the pinnacle of this incident... I believe that these saints should not invite the powerful saints!"

"If I were the Eastern Xingchen, I would ask Ning Fengxue to waste such a big favor. I would feel a little unwilling to accept it. I should have to recover some of the price..."

"Ning Fengxue, a semi-saint strongman, will never fail. If it were the case, I would have thought that the big thing had been decided!"

"So, I should be...so..."

...

In a hidden space, three people with equally heavy faces sat around.

"How many of you are there?" Dongfang Haoran's face, which had always been calm and unrestless, became extremely ugly at this moment, and asked Ximen Chunfeng.

Ximen overturned the Lord of the Xitian Holy Palace, and his face almost distorted: "Thirty-two...where are you?" He asked Beigong Liuli.

Beigong Liuli's face turned pale: "Twenty-eight!"

Dongfang Haoran said as if he vomited blood: "Why are you so few..."

At this moment, he felt really disgraceful.

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Chapter completed!