Killed With A Flip Of His Palm

"Get the person behind you to come out. Your Thunder Rolls Palace does not have the resolve and guts to provoke the Soaring Heaven King Palace."

A cold voice could be heard from Sir God Chi Xing. Although his voice seemed to be soft, it echoed within the minds of everyone present. Moreover, it created waves in their minds and they almost drowned in it.

"What a frightening move, is this a Sir God?" the people present cried out in alarm.

After Sir God Chi Xing's voice was heard, a crimson-robed figure walked out from the Vientiane Tower normally.

He was carrying a sword. When he appeared, he naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.

Even Sir God Chi Xing could not help but look at him.

"A Real God? A mere Real God can actually exert such a huge amount of pressure on me?" Sir God Chi Xing's eyes shrank fiercely. After that, he looked at Jian Wushuang's looks and attire carefully, "Crimson robe, carrying a sword and so young…"