Sudden.

Zhao Wuji turned around suddenly and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Haitian was beaten so dizzy that he could see stars in his eyes. He staggered backwards and was a little unsteady. He covered his face with one hand and looked at his father who couldn't react for a while and was stunned in place.

Everyone at the scene was shocked.

This was the first time that Zao Wuki hit his son in public.

After the fight, Zhao Wuji didn't even look at him. He turned to look at Long Fei, smiled faintly and said, "The gods welcome you!"

Long Fei's heart sank and he felt a little uncomfortable, "Where the hell did this song come from?"

Seventeen Demons were also slightly stunned, a little confused.

Zhao Wuji then added: "I apologize to you on behalf of Hai'er for what happened today. I apologize for the poor reception. Please forgive me."

"You must attend the Tianzong banquet tomorrow."

Zhao Haitian covered his face and laughed: "The Tianzong Banquet does not have his name at all, and he is not qualified to participate."

Zhao Wuji looked at Long Fei and was about to speak...

The senior brother said: "Qualifications? Is it enough to give him all the qualifications of our seventeenth son of the Demon Emperor?"

Zhao Haitian's eyes darkened.

Zhao Wuji said: "I can send you a special invitation."

Long Fei waved his hand and said: "No, Tianzong Banquet, right? I will definitely go!"

Zhao Wuji said: "Then I will be waiting for you."

immediately.

Zhao Wuji turned around. His face was ugly and his eyes were confused. He said loudly, "Let's go!"

Is it finally over?

Just when Long Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, another huge aura of power hit him, even more powerful than Zhao Wuji's.

Yi Yourong's master walked out of the crowd.

With murder in his eyes...

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Chapter completed!