Ye Tianchen's brows furrowed coldly.
Immediately, he lifted his foot and stomped down on Sun Zhengtai's chest.
"In short, you have ill intentions in Dragon Country. You've harmed enough people here, so perish!"
Sun Zhengtai's face was full of disbelief, he said, "How dare you..."
Crack!
Sun Zhengtai's chest cavity shattered, his heart was crushed, and he died with a face full of despair.
Seeing Sun Zhengtai's death, Daoist Xuanyang and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, their expressions were extremely grim.
Especially Daoist Xuanyang, who also deeply resented these Japanese elements.
However, he never thought that Sun Zhengtai, whom the temple often helped, was actually a Japanese!
Daoist Xuanyang walked towards Ye Tianchen, clasped his hands in salute, his face full of remorse.
"Little Friend Ye, thank you for being generous and lending your aid, otherwise we wouldn't even know how we'd end up dead!"
