"So, the fruits of the central Ten Thousand Year Peach Wood are in their hands."
You Huang's gaze turned cold, his voice soft yet menacing, "You two little ones, will you come out yourselves, or should I drag you out myself?"
In the Peach Garden, sensing You Huang's arrival, Shen Wang felt a shiver down his spine. Hearing these words, he leaped onto a branch and said indifferently, "I say there are no fruits on this Ten Thousand Year Peach Wood, do you believe it?"
"When I tell you to come out, didn't you hear me?"
You Huang was unquestionable and didn't care at all about what Shen Wang said.
"Sorry, coming out means death, I'd be a fool to do that."
Shen Wang sneered.
You Huang's gaze was indifferent, "If you don't come out, it's still death. The formations here can't stop me."
As she spoke, she raised her wrist. Her snow-white, slender fingers were flawless, with sharp nails exposed. She waved her hand towards the array formation.
