“Please, Saint, Save the disciples of our Universe!”
More than 10,000 strong disciples of the universe knelt in front of Wang Xian and begged!
They were at the end of their rope. No matter who Wang Xian and the rest were, they only wanted the other party to save them!
Wang Xian looked at the more than 10,000 disciples and their pleading expressions. He sighed in his heart!
“I am from the nine-origin universe. I didn’t want to interfere in the matter of your universe, and I shouldn’t have!”
Wang Xian looked at them and said. Then, he waved his arm and a sharp sword that was hanging on the old man at the front flew into his hand.
“Take this sword as a reward!”
He opened his mouth and looked at them. “Wait a moment. Lead the way!”
After he finished speaking, he looked at Saint Hetian, scholar, and the rest. “Saint Hetian, you guys don’t have to get involved in this matter!”
“It’s the Dragon King!”