"When you sent people to intercept and kill my compatriots from Daxia, didn't you expect that we would come to your palace?" the master of Tianquan Palace said calmly.
"I don't quite understand what you mean!" A strange color flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"You old man is still pretending!" Ge Yu responded coldly.
"If your guess is correct, the people you sent to the competition site should have fought against our people from Daxia by now!"
"You really think highly of our country, Daxia, and sent half of the protective force from the palace!"
"But even so, you people may not be able to come back!"
call!
After hearing this, the white-haired old man stopped pretending to be stupid and let out a heavy breath.
Then, he continued to look at the Lord of Tianquan Hall and said in a deep voice: "I really don't know what you rely on!"
"As far as I know, the strongest person among you is just a ninth-level being."
"If the two sides start a war, you two or three hundred people may not be able to hold on for ten minutes!"
The ninth-level realm in his mouth naturally refers to Chi Xiaoxuan.
Today in the arena, Chi Xiaoxuan killed the team leader of Beijian Kingdom and showed off her ninth-level cultivation. Naturally, they also received the news immediately.
"Ignorance!" Ge Yu snorted coldly.
"The two ninth-level antiques you sent are not enough to fill the gap between our Fairy Chi's teeth, and yet they dare to speak so brazenly!"
"What do you mean?" the white-haired old man asked again, his heart pounding several times.
"What do you think?" Ge Yu glanced at the other party indifferently.
"Is it possible that some of you have skills above the ninth level?" The white-haired old man frowned.
"Haha, guess what!" Ge Yu responded with a sneer.
"Call Mr. Miller quickly!" The white-haired old man's pupils shrank for a while, and he turned to look at a man behind him and said.
"Okay!" The man nodded, took out his cell phone and dialed.
However, no one answered the call after ringing for a long time. I called two or three times in a row but got the same result.
"How is it?" the white-haired old man asked.
"Sir, no one answered Mr. Miller's call!" The man shook his head.
"Hurry up and call the others!" The white-haired old man then looked at the people behind him and said in a deep voice.
"Copy that!" Seven or eight people responded in unison and then took out their mobile phones and dialed.
The result was exactly the same, no one answered.
"Damn it!" The white-haired old man's heart sank.
"Okay, I don't have time to waste time here with you!" At this time, the Lord of Tianquan Hall said.
"If you want to take action, hurry up, otherwise, all get out of my way and let your king come out to see me!"
call!
The white-haired old man exhaled another breath and looked at the Lord of Tianquan Hall.
"This is the royal palace of the Xidian Kingdom. Outsiders are not allowed to act arrogantly. If you want to see our king, you must go through us first!"
"Okay!" The master of Tianquan Hall stopped talking nonsense to him. His aura instantly rose, and then he raised his hand and rushed towards the dozen or so people on the other side.
Between flips of his hands, violent palm energy blasted out, sweeping out like a hurricane.
"Let's do it together and stop him!" The white-haired old man raised his hand and came forward.
"Kill!" Several other people started at the same time, each using their whole body skills to follow closely.
