The Heavenly Snake Tribe

The burly man's tone was calm, and the more he spoke, the heavier his tone became. It was full of oppression.

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang said with a faint smile, "Are you using Heavenly Snake Playboy to pressure me now?"

The leader of the group replied expressionlessly, "Sir, I'm not trying to pressure you with my words. I just hope that you can think about the implications of this. As far as I know, no one who dares to meddle in Playboy's affairs is still alive."

"Oh? Is that so?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and then his tone suddenly became cold. He laughed in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but I don't like to care about the consequences, especially about Heavenly Snake Playboy."

The next moment!

The Wuqi Divine Sword in Jian Wushuang's hand was suddenly unsheathed!

A sharp blood-red sword light shot up into the sky!

"Split open the sky!"

Clang!

The sword-light instantly slashed toward the five Ultimate Rulers!