Bab 2289: Escort to Samsara

The earth fell quiet.

Dead quiet.

The pinnacle experts of the Seven Star Black Sect were all looking at Xuan Yan on the golden Dragon Turtle.

Xuan Yan pondered for a long time before finally saying, "Xuan Yi, I'll trust you one last time."

"Thank you." Xuan Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up.

Xuan Yan on the golden Dragon Turtle shifted his gaze towards the three Masters of Holy Land.

"You three can scram now!" Xuan Yan's cold cry reverberated across the lands.

"Insolence!" The two-metre tall beauty, the white-robed bald man, and the crimson-robed woman were instantly furious.

Scram?

Simple words were enough to display how much he looked down on them.

When had the three Masters of Holy Land ever been looked down upon?

"Xuan Yan, you think things are still the same?" the white-robed bald man asked coldly.