With one palm, Peng Wanli protected Jiang Feng. He would definitely not let Jiang Feng be hurt again.

Shu Tongfang grabbed Ding Zuwen and then stuffed Ding Zuwen the holy medicine to heal the wounds into his mouth.

When Ding Zuwen's condition improved a little, Shu Tongfang looked at Peng Wanli with an angry face and shouted: "This kid actually took the opportunity to depose my disciples of the Holy Land. What do he want to do? Is there no one in my Holy Land? Bastard! Incesting my Holy Land disciples is like declaring war on my Holy Land. You'd better let him commit suicide and apologize, otherwise, I will let you see the anger of our Holy Land!"

Peng Wanli said coldly: "When Ding Zuwen deposed my disciple in the Divine Palace, didn't you say that you didn't say that your skills were inferior to others, so don't blame others for taking serious measures? Why? Do you also deny what you said yourself?"

Ding Zuwen's abdominal wound had stopped bleeding at this time, but Qihai was destroyed, and his Daoji was also ruined! Seeing that Peng Wanli was still protecting his shortcomings, he also said angrily: "Bastard, can the divine palace be compared with my holy realm? This kid has ruined my Daoji, I will report to my master. At that time, I will let my master flatten your Jimen Divine Palace!"

"Let him come!"

A voice sounded.

Although he was not seen, everyone could feel the boundless pressure and came from all directions.

The one who spoke was Ji Tianzheng, the Lord of the Divine Palace.

Shu Tongfang wanted to say something else, but under this pressure, he felt his breathing was not smooth, and the bones in his body began to make a sound of being pressed. If he hadn't been holding on, he would have been pressed to kneel on the ground.

As for Ding Zuwen, Shu Tongfang no longer cared about it. Ding Zuwen was also pressed to the ground, and the wound that had already stopped the blood broke again! Ding Zuwen was also frightened, and despair flashed in his eyes.

This is the helpless despair when an ant faces an elephant.

"Great Sage of Jimen, don't get angry!" Shu Tongfang shouted quickly.

He was really scared.

Although the strength of the Divine Palace is not as strong as that of the Tongtian Holy Realm, that is only from the overall perspective. In terms of top combat power, this generation of Jimen’s great saint Ji Tianzheng will not be afraid of any powerful sacred domain power at all!

If you really anger the other party, you will die at the other party's hands in every minute.

As for asking the Saint Lord to help him or his disciple Ding Zuwen to avenge his revenge? No need to think about it. At most, it is to use this as a threat and ask for more benefits to the other party.

The pressure fades away.

Shu Tongfang breathed a sigh of relief.

He seemed afraid that Ji Tianzheng would regret it, and without saying a word, he took his disciples to leave.

Although Ding Zuwen's Qihai was destroyed, with the strength of the Holy Realm, it is still easy to find a divine pill that can repair Qihaidao Foundation.

However... Jiang Feng stopped these people.

To be precise, it was blocking Shu Tongfang.

"What are you going to do?" Shu Tongfang frowned and looked at Jiang Feng with some displeasure.

Although I am afraid of Ji Tianzheng, this does not mean that you, a boy from the Taoist realm, can ride on your head and shit.

Jiang Feng looked at Shu Tongfang coldly and asked in a deep voice: "Do you remember my face?"

"What does it mean?" Shu Tongfang was a little puzzled.

Jiang Feng sneered: "From now on, you'd better remember! I know you want to kill me, but why don't I want to kill you? I will let you die in my hands within a hundred years!"

What?

As soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, everyone around him showed shock.

Although Jiang Feng said this, it was very exciting, but... Isn't it a bit too arrogant to say such words to a powerful person in the realm of creation as a Taoist sect?
Chapter completed!