Qinglin Goddess opened her eyes, her pupils faintly showing the rules of ten thousand woods.
"Lord Tushan,"
"To bully the small with the large is not the act of a strong person."
Qinglin Goddess calmly said.
An Eighth-step Harmonious Nirvana Daoist comes to block our nine Divine Sons; this is truly unfair.
"This lord is not a strong person."
"This lord is an ant beneath the Immortal."
Jiang Ding said softly.
Clang~
His right hand slowly withdrew the sword blade, transparent like the sun's rays, and a terrifying End of Dharma Destruction Pressure spread outward in all directions.
"Lord Tushan!"
"This will make the Sun Divine Son act against the Human Race Daoists below the Eighth-step as well."
"This will be a disaster, a loss for both of us, with no benefit to each other."
Qinglin Goddess did not wish to give up, repeatedly warning.
"Sun Divine Son?"
"He doesn't seem like someone who will be bound by your fate."
Jiang Ding said softly.
"Then,"
