You Guys, Kill Yourselves

"What's going on? Could Desolate Martial truly be someone blessed with great fortune?"

"That's right. He fought and injured so many experts beneath Enigma Palace and yet, the Mystical Guardian Beast refuses to kill him?"

When the cultivators of Enigma Palace saw that, they started discussing excitedly.

"Palace Lord, let's invite the Patriarch back!"

Half-Martial Ancestor Li Heng had a grim expression as he sent a voice transmission with his spirit consciousness.

"That's the only way,"

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze nodded.

Clang! Clang!

On the other side, the moment Yan Beichen broke free, he charged towards Heavenly Secrets with the Hatred Fiend Saber.

Heavenly Secrets was the only one in his eyes!

Heavenly Secrets had a calm expression and did not fight Yan Beichen head-on. He retreated with the Mystic Firmament Steps.

Swoosh!