Although the words were spoken to everyone, his eyes only fell on Saras who was facing him with his nostrils.

"Why do you need to explain to others when doing things in the War Spirit Hall?" Saras said coldly.

Guardian Captain: "..."

Bishop Salas, are we at the feet of the Emperor on Snowy Night? Could it be better to give some face?

“…”

After a while, there was no fight.

Titan and others did not take action.

The Tiandou Guards did not take action to arrest people either.

Saras does not represent Saras, he is the messenger stationed in Tiandou City in the Wuhun Hall, and he is equivalent to a diplomat.

Not to mention that the Tiandou Guards did not dare to act rashly, even when Emperor Xueye came, he would not dare to act easily.

It's OK to touch him, but has the Tiandou Empire done its best to endure the consequences of twitching the face of the Wuhun Hall?

Under a delicate balance, this may become the fuse for the full war between the Tiandou Empire and the Wuhun Hall.

Saras swept the crowd around the field and stayed at Tang San and his hammer for the longest time.

He smiled coldly: "This matter is not over."

Waving his sleeves away.

Seeing Saras's figure disappear quickly, Tang San's face became solemn.

"Miss Wu, let Miss Wu see her injuries."

"Young Master, I'm afraid this matter will not be good."

"Um."

"Since the Tang Sect Master is fine for the time being, we will retreat first. I will report this to Your Majesty."

"Thank you, Captain Han, for coming to help in time."

“Where is the responsibility.”

"Xiao, Xiaowu, what are you doing?"

"How do you check your injuries without taking off your clothes?"

"Men, men and women are different, and there are so many people here..."

"Then let's go back to the house."

"That, that's not OK!"

"Miss Wu, is Miss Wu's fist big?"

"Ah? Not big."

“…”

"Stop fighting Xiao Wu!"

In the alley, a burly, wrapped in a black cloak sighed softly.

Missionary, I only wish you a safe life, but what should come will come...

Tiandou City Wuhun Hall Branch.

"puff--"

"Sir Bishop!!"

Salas wiped off the black blood from the corner of his mouth, pushed away the clergy who was supporting him, and staggered towards the main hall.

He murmured: "Tang San, Tang San..."

"Martial Soul Haotian Hammer, cough, what about Haotian Hammer, I haven't seen it for a long time."

"The Haotian Sect has closed the mountain gate..."

"Well! Tang San, the son of a slumped blacksmith in the Holy Soul Village..."

"Tang San, Tang San, cough, it turns out that you were taken away by Tang Hao back then..."

"No wonder... cough...that powerful hidden weapon is only sold to all forces except the Spirit Hall... cough..."

"The Pope must be notified immediately, and Tang San is absolutely unable to recruit him."

Um?!

"Who are you?!" Saras shouted as he looked at the burly black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Kill your person." said the burly black shadow.

...

Although Salas was dead.
Chapter completed!