Among the fifty people of the Cyan Cloud Sect, Zhou Chen had only seen Mu Ling'Er, Fang Wen, and Pang Yunlong so far.
"I'll give you the treasure, just don't kill me!"
Zhou Chen looked terrified as he slowly moved away from the Purple Frost Celestial Soul.
"Useless!"
Sima Changkong thought disdainfully and was about to kill Zhou Chen with a knife.
"Sister Da Shi, save me!"
Zhou Chen suddenly ran to the right, shouting with surprise.
"Sister Da Shi?"
Sima Changkong felt something stir in his heart and turned his head to look.
"This is bad!"
At that moment, a lethal threat enveloped the area.
Without seeing clearly what the danger was, Sima Changkong swung his knife in reverse.
"Sweeping Across Eight Desolations!"
The blade light like water collided with the charging Fire Dragon, and the terrifying power exploded in the air, sending sparks flying everywhere.
"Puff!"
