He had been yelling for a long time, but Wang Fan didn't show up, but now he suddenly showed up to kill people, and then left after killing people.

Isn't this a slap in the face?

"Wang Fan, get out!"

Xu Ao roared angrily and slashed in all directions with the magic sword in his hand.

Amidst the rumbles, streaks of sword light shone and spread around.

The expressions of the monks around him changed greatly, and they all retreated to defend themselves.

The space, on the other hand, was stirred to pieces and roared endlessly.

However, even so, he could not force Wang Fan out.

Xu Ao put away his sword and said coldly, "Wang Fan, as a descendant of Wuliang Dao Zun, can you only do sneak attacks? People like you are simply a shame in the monk world, are you worthy of participating in this battle of successors?"

However, Wang Fan did not respond, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Xu Ao's whole body was about to explode.

damn it.

What he hates most is people like Wang Fan.

No matter how provocative he is, people don't respond. This is too uncomfortable and frustrating.

If Wang Fan responded, he could provoke him again and start a verbal exchange.

But now, he doesn't respond at all, and he seems to be performing a one-man show again.
Chapter completed!