Power of a Saint King

Xiao Mie said with a deep voice, "How dare you say the name of our hierarch? Are you looking for death?"

The green eyeballs flew up from his palm, and all of a sudden, his godly shadow and ghostly shadow both released great saint might, ready to attack the Crazy Alcoholic.

"Stop."

Ye Xiaoxiang prevented Xiao Mie from making a move.

"Why did you stop me, Palace Leader Ye?"

Xiao Mie didn't understand why she did it, but he stopped his godly shadow and ghostly shadow anyways as he wanted to now why.

Ye Xiaoxiang had met the Crazy Alcoholic before, so she knew who he was. She told Xiao Mie by transmitting her voice.

"What? That's him?"

Xiao Mie looked at the Crazy Alcoholic in a differently cautious way now. If the elder standing in front of him was Feng Zuisheng, he couldn't wrong him.

"Greetings, uncle."

Ye Xiaoxiang greeted Feng Zuisheng.

"Senior Feng.

Xiao Mie followed Ye Xiaoxiang.