"...Master, I'll even slaughter you!"
...
The melodious music resounded throughout the stadium.
The audience waved their glow sticks in rhythm.
Each member of the Immortal Technique Committee was either patrolling the corridors or dispersed among the audience seating area.
At this moment, they simultaneously received a warning from the Ancient Immortal Master in their minds.
They simultaneously turned pale, broke out in cold sweat, and began to tremble!
...
At the highest point of the stands.
Wu Qingyun looked at her phone, then at her grandfather, her expression frozen.
"Will he still take action then?
Will he want those 20,000 Purified Void Bodies?"
Wu Jianxian's face was calm, he tightly gripped the long sword in his hand and stood up with his thin, tall body.
"I don't know.
Qingyun, remember, you are our future, you must not act recklessly, no matter what, you must protect yourself."
