บท 827: The Divine Soul Of The Holy Master

As the people dispersed, Jiang Hao looked at Mu Qi and Miao Tinglian with a smile.

At that moment, he had a long blade in his hands. "Didn't scare you, did I?"

This sudden greeting sent shivers down their spine.

The person could appear behind them at any moment and behead them.

Jiang Hao hadn't expected to make a move so soon.

If Senior Brother Mu Qi could withstand the attacks, he wouldn't have tried to attack.

Minor injuries didn't matter to him.

As long as Mu Qi and Miao Tinglian could survive, he didn't need to act.

There were still people hiding in the dark. He wanted to wait for the hidden people to make a move first.

Unfortunately, the people from the Heavenly Saint Sect were too strong.

It was impressive that Mu Qi had been able to withstand the attacks as long as he had.

If he continued to fight, he would really die.