"From now on, you belong to me, let's go!"
The Proud Battle King bullies both men and women.
The God Battle King raises his hand in agreement.
The deity thought for a moment.
"Let me get the spatula."
The shopkeeper and the waiter of the Feitian Pavilion exchanged glances.
"Is this okay?"
"It's been planned for a long time, hasn't it..."
"Shopkeeper, should we report to Boss Jia?"
"Nonsense, they've bullied us this far, have you forgotten who is the big boss behind the Feitian Pavilion?"
...
The deity followed behind the Du Long martial artist, walking towards an unknown place.
He also didn't know who the two were.
But this didn't affect his judgment — something big was happening in the Central State Capital.
Because this former capital, now a tourist spot, suddenly felt more solemn and heavy.
There were places hidden from the common eye, teeming with killing intent, where countless masters lay in ambush.
Among them was a place that made even him feel a slight chill.
