As for Bing Nan, he really couldn't hold on anymore, hiding among the crowd, almost to the point of tears in fear.
Especially upon seeing Bing Xu standing at the gate of the Tian Xiang Sect, along with ten Lin Zhen Death Warriors, and that massive, red, ominously looming Military God Chariot filled with the divine light of death, Bing Nan was already ashen-faced with fright.
The next moment.
Da da da...
Su Chen and Bing Heng took their steps.
Under the watchful eyes of all.
The two walked towards the main entrance of Tian Xiang.
"Stop!!!" Seeing the two almost thirty meters from the main entrance of Tian Xiang, Bing Xu suddenly lifted his head and spat out these two words.
Bing Xu's aura was too cold.
Like a piece of ice, a piece of frigid ice.
He had no expression on his face, only a pair of cold and dark eyes, calm like the eyes of the Grim Reaper, staring at Su Chen and Bing Heng.
"What do you want to do?" Bing Xu's eyes grew colder, sharper.
