"I beat your mother, Infinite Venerable!"
The two senior brothers, each with faces the color of liver, as for Zhao Zhibi, his task was—managing mountain affairs.
In the past, this was a job with no benefits and lots of hard work, but now, it had become an extremely desirable position.
At least he wouldn't have to face that demon Zhou Xuan.
The number one under nine sticks of incense, the sword technique of sixteen stances, split Zhao Jinjia in half along with his armor.
Even though Zhao Jinjia was suppressing his realm, he was still someone who sat in the eighth and eyed the ninth, and had Divine Armor from the sect for protection,
among them, relying on their cultivation, they didn't have the courage to face Zhou Xuan—unlike Zhao Jinjia who was tougher when his realm was suppressed.
Regarding Zhao Zhibi, who got the best assignment, yet pretended to be regretful, saying,
