Not angry, not afraid...

He is aloof and arrogant, like a marshal's spear, its edge covered with blood... His hair is flying wildly, he is as small as dust, but he seems to control the world with his fist...

"Third brother...come back...without the demon talisman, you are no match for Black Zongxiang!"

Wang Junchen roared anxiously, and just as he stood up, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was on the verge of falling down.

"Zhao Chu... no... you are a sub-professional, there is no way you can charge into battle."

"Zhao Chu... your value is the [Skin Bag Thousand Machine Talisman], you must not act impulsively..."

The envoys from the Nine Major Sects looked anxious.

"Aren't enough people dead? Come back quickly...reckless!"

Even the prince lamented and expressed regret!

The demon talisman on Zhao Chu's left hand was born, and the robe on his right hand took shape... Sub-professionals with this kind of talent are simply rarer than spiritual bodies.

…

"It's my brother's wedding now. Since you dare to come, just treat it as... a fireworks!"

In front of the huge and majestic black rice dumpling elephant, Zhao Chu was as small as a speck of dust between heaven and earth.

The next breath he takes, he should be trampled to a pulp.

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"Finally...are you going to take action?"

Lu Xiu Ming was trembling all over.

…

In the center of the light curtain, Zhao Chu looked like a volcano that had been suppressed for a hundred thousand years, with a layer of terrifying aura, rolling like a dragon...

One layer upon another...
Chapter completed!