"Fairy Tian, don't blame me. I only wanted to have some fun with Brother Ye Xiao." Shen Long's face was gloomy as he stared at Ye Xiao. He sneered and muttered in an extremely low voice, "Wait until I recover my spiritual energy. I'll let you know that in my eyes, a mere Martial King is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed at any time."
Shen Long brought the group of cultivators and turned to leave.
Tian Yuqin looked at Ye Xiao. After pondering for a moment, she said, "Don't worry. With me here, they won't dare to touch you."
Ye Xiao shook his head. To him, Shen Long wasn't even a threat.
After that, Ye Xiao and Tian Yuqin walked together and found quite a few corpses.
The martial artists who entered the Ancient City seemed to care a lot about the damaged weapons and armor, and some of them even started to fight over them.
At this moment, a sudden cry of alarm sounded from afar.
"Look, what is that!"