Baili Feng turned around, murderous intent appearing: "Now, Wen Tianji, you can die."

"Dust peeling off!"

The terrifying palm erupted with unimaginable power. In front of everyone, the figure of Wentianji disappeared in front of everyone's eyes as if swallowed by the void.

Everyone watching this scene was stunned.

"That's the inheritance that Baili Feng received from the Great Emperor. It's such a terrifying power." The crowd's exclamations resounded through the entire mountain gate.

"Haha, Wen Tianji, so what if it's you, you will eventually die in the hands of me, Baili Feng." Baili Feng's arrogant laughter echoed in the ears of the crowd.

The faces of Hibiscus, Wulong and others once again showed signs of despair. Is that really asking Tianji?

Whether it's true or not, their last hope has been shattered again.

"Haha, Baili Feng, will killing my sword soul really make you so happy?" However, at this moment, a faint sarcastic voice echoed in the sky.

"Who are you, pretending to be a ghost?"

"Who, Baili Feng, has forgotten my terror so quickly?" The voice echoed, and it was impossible to hear where it came from.

But at this moment, everyone opened their mouths, too shocked to speak.

Because the person who spoke was right in front of Baili Feng.
Chapter completed!