The Fengtian Flag in Hand

"Hold on!"

A loud shout exploded across the entire Southern Ocean Immortal Island!

Fengtian Patriarch's eyes widened in anger. He waved his hand and countless spells gushed out, forming a huge light shield. Like invisible glass, it blocked Jian Wushuang from leaving.

"Senior Fengtian, what else are you thinking about?"

Jian Wushuang stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Fengtian Patriarch helplessly.

He had lost the game of chess, and Fengtian Patriarch should be proud of himself. Why did he suddenly stop him?

Could it be that he wanted to humiliate him?

"Junior, do you think you can come and go as you please in this old man's Southern Ocean Immortal Island?"

Fengtian Patriarch glanced at Jian Wushuang and snorted.

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang's pupils could not help but shrink.

Could it be that the Fengtian Patriarch had changed his attitude?