"Grandfather! Save me! Save me!"
Zhuge Mingjun was severely injured and fleeing in panic, constantly shouting for help like a dog that has lost its master.
"The master of the Celestial Emperor Pavilion is just a dog that has lost its master now!" Xuanyuan Moze mocked, intercepting Zhuge Mingjun in a flash.
"You... what do you want? Don't... don't come any closer!" Zhuge Mingjun asked in fear, trembling all over.
"Hmph! You think I won't come closer just because you said so? Wouldn't that be losing face?" Xuanyuan Moze sneered, locking a fierce murderous aura onto Zhuge Mingjun.
"Xuanyuan Moze! How dare you!" Tianzhao shouted angrily, his ice-cold, murderous gaze sweeping over Xuanyuan Moze.
"What's the use of glaring like a dog? You couldn't even win three against one, and you still have the nerve to howl like ghosts. If I were you, I'd just smash my head against the wall and die!" Feng Wuchen scolded mercilessly.
