1516 Slaughter

"Sect master!"

Chen Dao saw this scene with fright. The sect master wanted to kill Feng Jiu! How could Feng Jiu block a super divine beast?

"Don't look for trouble! If you act recklessly again, don't blame me for knocking you unconscious!" The elder restrained Chen Dao's hands and shouted low, not letting him come forward and make trouble. His eyes fell on the figure in red with mixed feelings in his eyes.

He really did not expect that the weird young man was a woman. Without holding back the breath on her body nor concealing her imposing manner, she looked so elegant and dignified.

This person was not an odd-jobber material. She came here for Master Third Sun, didn't she? What kind of hatred did she have with him?

"Black eagle! Kill her!" The sect master gave a command with his hand stretched out, pointing at the dazzling red-robed Feng Jiu in mid-air.