Bian Chen pursed his lips. “People walk higher and water flows lower. The Primordial Chaos sect is no match for the Divine Devil Hall. What’s wrong with me defecting to the Divine Devil Hall? !
“Old Thing, for the sake of master and disciple, open the formation. I can beg the purple-masked lord to spare your life.”
Elder Linghu was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Yun chujiu could not be bothered with a villain like Bian Chen. Her brain was working quickly. The current situation was extremely disadvantageous to them. Should she stay or think of a way to get help?
Before Yun Chujiu could think of a plan, she heard old man Yao shout, “Little Jiu, quickly leave this place. I’ll hold her back!”
Su Yanran sneered and forced old man Yao back with one palm. Then, she said to the people behind her, “You want to leave? None of you can escape today! Drag those two B * tches out!”