"Old Three, just vent your anger with a beating. His life belongs to the little junior brother." Qian Zimo stood quietly in the sky, then spoke lightly. This second senior brother has always been like a scholar, extraordinarily elegant.
At this moment, it seemed that all the light in the sky was focused on him.
As soon as he appeared, Qiao Mu's killing intent dissipated immediately. "Fine, since you're the second senior brother, I'll listen to you," said Qiao Mu, then gave the Nine Nether Venerable a heavy slap: "Damn it, your foul mouth and thick skin make my hand hurt."
At this point, the overall situation was already determined.
The appearance of Qian Zimo shocked everyone. That three-layer Heaven Human Immortal was suppressed by his ink traces, could they, at the mere Great Perfection realm, create any ink splashes?
