“Enpuda, you gossiping damn fatty, why don’t you just kill yourself!?”

Liao Bencang appeared along with a group of black-robed assassins wearing metal masks. There were thousands of them, which was ten times more than Enpuda’s group.

Liao Bencang flew over, but upon seeing Long Chen’s group of three, flames of rage exploded out of his eyes. His faith lotus then appeared behind him, and he immediately sent a palm toward the three of them.

“Little brats, die!”

Liao Bencang unleashed a giant palm-image that crashed down toward the three of them. The abundant faith energy seemed to cause the very cosmos to collapse. People couldn’t even breathe in front of it. As a result, they were all horrified. They didn’t even have a second...