In the chaos, an incarnation of Pei Xuanjing stood in a certain place of the void, hands behind his back, his robe fluttering.
The chaotic qi flow capable of destroying heaven and earth washed over Pei Xuanjing, but it did not cause him any harm.
"I originally thought it would be someone else, but I didn't expect it to be you, the Church Master, who would act first." Pei Xuanjing looked into the distant void, speaking with a complicated expression.
Clearly, it seemed as if there was nothing in front of him, but he was certain someone had appeared here.
"Hehe, you still can't be fooled." A laugh came, and then the figure of the Witch God Sect Leader manifested in the chaos void, as if emerging out of thin air.
At this moment, Pang Hong was undergoing tribulation to become a Taoist Monarch. It was no coincidence that he happened to come to this chaos void; if it were said to be a surprise, it would be a joke.
