Phantom of the Heaven Lord

Zhou Han's words made Yeshu's expression turn even uglier.

"Young man, I advise you to make a careful choice. Don't be impulsive!"

"If I really use my trump card, the person who will die will definitely be you!" Yeshu still did not give up and continued to threaten. The aura on his body had also soared a lot, and it was even sharper than before.

"You talk too much!"

"Die!" Zhou Han was not in the mood to listen to Yeshu continue to waste time. Since there was such a huge grudge, he naturally would not let him go.

As he spoke, Zhou Han directly shot out a few blood-red sword auras towards Yeshu's face.

"Very good, young man. You'll soon find out that you made the worst choice of your life!"

"There are powers you've never come into contact with. You know nothing about power!"

At this moment, Yeshu's voice changed. It became ethereal and distant, with an illusory feeling.