Uncle-Master

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "The victor has been decided. Why do we still have to fight?"

 

Tian Shuzi was speechless.

 

Zhang Ruochen said, "We agreed on this. Why do we have to fight to the death now? Is it true that all of you from the Fane of Death are people who go back on their words?"

 

Seeing the Supreme Saints of the Fane of Death staring at him with fierce eyes, Zhang Ruochen comforted them. He said, "Everyone, I don't mean to attack the Fane of Death with words. I just think it's not good for you to do this, and it will hurt the face of the Fane of Death. Where can you put the faces of the gods of the Fane of Death?"

 

As soon as he said this, the spectators who initially didn't like Zhang Ruochen looked at the powerful figures of the Fane of Death with strange eyes.

 

The cultivators of the Fane of Death had made many jokes today.