"Hoo~~~"
The movements of the three Faceless Jade Lords were stiff, and their jade robes were no longer soft and flowing as before.
An extremely cold aura rushed towards them, forcing them to fly backwards dozens of meters, yet still forming a siege to encircle Qiao Wanjun.
In the distance, there was another disciple of Sword One with a complicated expression—Chen Jingjing.
The Yangyang Sea is pathetically humble, only able to watch from afar, trembling in fear, and completely ignored by the several Faceless Jade Lords.
"Long time no see."
The eternally silent Faceless Jade Lords actually spoke.
Qiao Wanjun held the Dragon Abyss Sword, looking at the massive white jade statue ahead: "Mm."
It's hard to imagine, in a life-and-death battlefield, two enemies drawing swords against each other could exchange so calmly.
"That pile of rocks couldn't hold on anymore, and they invited you back again?" The Faceless Jade Lord's lips curled into a cold smile.
