Ethan Ye's heavy, majestic, and cold questioning voice exploded in the air.
The cold eyes stared directly at Kongming, the strongest man in Tianlong Temple this time, the holy monk Kongming, without any courtesy, and looked down on him in a condescending manner.
"Magic Emperor!"
"I am really surprised that you came so quickly. This is the ancient emperor's chariot, right? I guess that loser Zhuge Lie must have died in your hands!"
Holy Monk Kongming's gaze fell on the Ancient Emperor's Chariot. Obviously, Holy Monk Kongming knew that Zhuge Lie had obtained the Ancient Emperor's Chariot. Now that the Ancient Emperor's Chariot had become Ethan Ye's property, it meant that Zhuge Lie had become a dead soul.
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