The scene in the void above Wuwang Temple seemed to be frozen.
Jason Yang's figure was like a sword, piercing everyone's eyes.
Zhou Ganxuan's pupils narrowed slightly, and a cold light gathered.
"Don't panic, everyone. As the son of a witch and a descendant of a traitor, he naturally has some tricks. However, no matter how strong he is, he is still a sinner. Our Great Xia inherits the human race's heritage, and the flame of the fire will burn forever. Why should we be afraid of him?"
After a moment, Zhou Ganxuan spoke.
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