"I'm here to warn you not to interfere in the affairs of our Soul Sect."

"If not, don't blame me for not warning you."

The young man used his hands hard and broke the neck of Zhou Qiusheng's female secretary. The beauty who had been alive just now spit out her tongue, her feet dropped down, and lost the breath of life.

"If you live for such a long time, you'd better be patient!"

"Otherwise, I will kill you, an old bastard, to death."

The impressive young man took an oath, turned around and left, completely ignoring everyone in the room.

Zhou Qiusheng knocked on the table, suddenly smiled, and said to Hu Huan: "I remember, I just told you yesterday that if you want to deal with the weird apprentice, you only need to find out its history, and if you want to deal with the nightmare, you only need to find

Without its other two human natures, if you want to deal with evil spirits, you can only be one level higher than it."

Hu Huan nodded, and the young man also heard this, turned around, laughed evilly, and said: "Yes, I am the evil spirit! You are indeed one level higher than me."

"Please take action!"

"I want to see the final glory of the oldest one. Don't blame me for not reminding you. I have devoured four people of the same level. If you include the five professionals I devoured when I was promoted to the second level, I have more abilities than you can imagine.

It’s more complicated.”

"Dealing with me is not something that just a mathematician can do."

"As long as you take action, I will not be polite and uproot you, leaving no one alive."

Zhou Qiusheng sighed and said to Hu Huan: "There is no way, there are such idiots every year. Don't think that to be a professional, you must have a high IQ."

Hu Hua thought to himself: "Is this old guy dissing me?"

The arrogant young man opened his hands, and the rich and evil spiritual power surged from his body, and said mockingly: "By the way, I'm not afraid of your mathematical maze, it can't trap me."

The spiritual pressure released by this young man made even Hexel feel awe-inspiring. The other party's spiritual power was so horrifying that it had exceeded the level of the third level and was infinitely approaching the fourth level.

If two people took action, Hexel would not have any confidence even if the evil spirit's strange abilities were not taken into account.

The Soul Sect has always kept a very low profile, and even this time the pursuit of Juju was entrusted to the Red Sun Group, but this young man is arrogant, violent, and extremely domineering.

Hexel suddenly remembered someone and exclaimed: "You are Tipu Misi, one of the twelve new Dharma Kings of the Soul Sect."

The young man laughed heartily and shouted: "I didn't expect you to recognize me. Your Red Sun Group is very inefficient, so I have to take action myself."

"This time, I will reduce the cooperation level of your Red Sun Group..."

Zhou Qiusheng suddenly spoke up, interrupted him, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm suddenly not in a good mood. Please go and die."

Tipmisi said proudly: "I am an evil spirit, and most of my powers are ineffective against me. Even if you are proud of it..."

Before he finished speaking, his whole body exploded into mist. Zhou Qiusheng waved his hand, and a strong wind blew away the mist.

Hexel suddenly stuttered: "He...what happened to him?"

Zhou Qiusheng replied slightly strangely: "Of course he is dead! What else can happen?"

Hexel was surprised: "Dead?"

"Evil spirits are killed so easily?"
Chapter completed!