"Hehe!"
Mr. Wu chuckled lightly, not taking his threat to heart at all.
This wasn't something he needed to consider; Qin Tiandao would handle it.
If the Eldest Prince of Great Yu couldn't even solve this little issue, he wasn't worth supporting all these years.
"One, two, three...."
Mr. Wu counted, simultaneously channeling spiritual power into the compass.
In an instant!
The compass radiated a brilliant red.
"Damn it!"
Chen Xuan cursed, in just a few breaths, his spiritual power was nearly exhausted.
"Marquis Ning.... My Lord, reveal your spirit!"
He couldn't help but think of the black box he carried. It had saved him before when facing Jing Shishu.
But this time... the box remained motionless.
At this moment, Chen Xuan's spiritual power was already depleted.
"It's over, it's over....!"
"Old Wu, you've really outdone yourself, attacking a youngster with your centuries of experience, aren't you ashamed?"
Just then, an ancient voice rang out.
