People in the Tianxian District nearby were anxious and quickly urged Zhilan.

Under pressure, Zhilan had no choice but to endure the shame and anger and slap herself in the face in public.

Bang bang bang....

The ten slaps were finished quickly, but Zhilan's cheeks also became swollen.

"What? Do you still want to crush me to ashes?"

Lin Yang said calmly.

Zhilan didn't say a word, but the resentment in her eyes was as overwhelming as the sea.

"Lin Yang, although my strength has been greatly reduced due to the sequelae of your silver needle, and I am unable to resist, it does not mean that you can survive. Look at you, these thousands of immortals will tear you apart.

Broken into pieces, I advise you to let me go! In this way, I can let you go with your people!"

At this time, the Ice Lord spoke slowly and acted extremely calm.

"Walk?"

There was a hint of coldness in Lin Yang's eyes.

"Of course I want to leave, but... you have to come with me too!"

"Shall I go with you?"

The Ice Lord was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and his breath trembled.

"Could it be that you...want to take me to Immortal Valley as a replacement?"

"Are you crazy?"
Chapter completed!