Teng Shanhai, Right? If You Gave Me Another Divine Object, I Would Spare Your Life!

On the other side, Teng Shanhai, who had just finished a fight with the storyteller and relied on his powerful cultivation level to gain the upper hand, was now looking at Xu Xiaoshou, who was staring at him like a grim reaper. He felt a little uncomfortable.

Xu Xiaoshou's gaze was not scary.

However, the phantom of the nine dragons behind him stopped dancing as he spoke, and all the pressure was poured onto Teng Shanhai's head.

Crack!

The floor under his feet started to crack.

The power of the Saint Statue locked onto Teng Shanhai, and at this moment, he felt the difference between the power of the Higher Void and the Holy Power.

"Where did this thing come from?"

Teng Shanhai was truly shocked.

He could see that the youth in the distance was actually the youth who had been forced to flee after blocking his path.

But...

How long had it been?