“Junior brother Wang Xian, the Crescent Mystic Realm is the universe God Nation of the Crescent Moon Venerable. There must be many treasures in it. We have the crescent moon key. The only problem now is the nine-sword race.”
“Currently, the nine-sword race should not be able to send out any messages in this mystic realm. The other party killed one of our junior brothers and even wanted to destroy us. We have completely shed all pretense of cordiality. At this moment, we can either retreat and give up the mystic realm, or we can engage in a fight with them. This might provoke the nine-sword race.”
“From now on, junior brother Wang Xian, all of you can conceal your identities. All of us can guarantee that we will not leak anyone’s information.”
Senior Brother Junzi looked at Wang Xian and said.
Among the group of people who requested for reinforcements, he knew that Wang Xian was the strongest.