บท 930: The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (6)

The Divine Court puppet holding the long saber stood in place and raised the long saber in its hand again.

Dang Wuyou's murderous aura rose from his body, slowly fading into the puppet, as if merging with it.

"Han Muye, I have never been afraid to fight against Wen Mosheng for 10,000 years.

"Because he's too complacent and lacks sharpness.

"But you're different." Dang Wuyou's eyes glinted with a solid killing intent as he looked at Han Muye.

It didn't matter if it was appreciation or cooperation.

In the end, they would still have to meet in life and death.

Since it was a matter of life and death, there was no way to hold back.

Dang Wuyou was a powerful and formidable figure.

He had been able to suppress the Immortal Spirit World for countless years, relying not only on his formidable combat power, but also on his ruthless means.

At this moment, his ambitious and ruthless aura was on full display.