Anyway, with a compatible temperament, unmatched skills, and a thick face, once the North Wind Seal is engraved, bow to the Plowsmith, and have the old master mediate—won't it all work out?!
What a pity…
After hesitating for a moment, he helplessly chose to give up.
Look at this punk's sly demeanor; even if caught, he wouldn't be tamed, offending others in vain and possibly provoking Ye Xian. Forget it.
Better to capture that fence-sitter below, so no trouble is left behind!
The moment fierceness flashed in his eyes, his Flame-shaped Sword lifted again and was thrown.
It landed in the hands of Giant Surter, instantly melting metal and bursting into a full-fledged Flame Sword.
In the swelling blaze, Surter howled and slashed.
Cracks appeared above the Circle Realm·Eternal Dark Burial Abyss, and the giant leaped, charging in recklessly and fearlessly attacking!
Pacquiao finally stepped back.
Among the siege, he glanced hatefully at Ji Jue's location.
