章 1290: Pretty Boy

Venerable Immortal Ling Yun's words were filled with arrogance, but she was qualified to say such words.

After all, in this universe, strength reigned supreme.

Perhaps those people behind the Blood Sword Sect might be qualified to speak to her, but these people in front of her clearly were not.

Chen Long struggled to his feet. Blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. He hesitated for a long time, but he still clasped his hands and said, "Senior, if I go back like this, it will be difficult to explain things to my master!"

"That old fellow is only a half-step Creation realm expert, so what is there to be afraid of? Tell him what I said." Venerable Immortal Ling Yun's aura then swept out and heavily injured the seven Divine King realm experts.

"As for the Kunlun Mountains, don't invade this place within a year!"

"Yes, Senior!" Chen Long did not dare to refuse. It would not take much effort for Venerable Immortal Ling Yun to kill him anyway.