Seeing Lin Mang walk out, the result is self-evident.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Lin Mang with a little surprise.

Not long after this kid entered the second realm of Tongtian, he was able to kill an old Tongtian realm, which was a bit beyond his expectations.

Although Zhao Qingwen is old, he is an old-fashioned Tongtian Realm and his own abilities are still not weak.

Lin Mang walked in the air and came to Li Wenheng in an instant, and his words were extremely domineering.

"Submit, or die!"

Cold words are delivered to all directions, causing huge waves.

As soon as the words came to an end, the boundless sword intent passed by.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

One by one, the disciples of Penglai fell down one after another and turned into blood mist all over the sky.

Wailing sounds continued.

Li Wenheng's face changed drastically, his eyes turned red, and he shouted angrily: "Enough!"

"Wuan Hou, I, Penglai, have two Tongtian Realm dead. What else do you want?"

"You should ask yourself this?"

Lin Mang sneered: "When you sent someone to the capital, did you ever think that what happened today would happen?"

"You dare to say that you don't have any thoughts in your mind?"

"If I hadn't been strong enough, Penglai would have helped Zhu Zaichang to seize the throne, and I would have died in Tianshou Mountain."

"Don't you think it's too ridiculous to say this now?"

Li Wenheng was slightly stunned.

For a moment, he didn't know how to refute.

Because Lin Mang said that he did think that he had a lucky mentality in his heart.

His heart has always been contradictory.

He seemed to be persuading Zhao Qingwen, but rather he was persuading himself.

But what he did was not for himself, but for Penglai's hundreds of years of foundation.
Chapter completed!