"They may know that this 'sound transmission bead' has an extraordinary origin, but they will never think of who the signal sent by my sound transmission bead is!"

"Xu Mingdao, Xu Mingdao, do you really think that the 'extremely cold place' is such an easy place to grab?"

“Do you really think you’re the only one from ‘Wuzhou’ who is interested in the ‘extremely cold place’?”

"Hehe, our 'Bingqi Sect' can always control the 'Ultra Cold Land', but we have the formation of the 'Ultra Cold Land'!"

"No one dares to mess around!"

"Now, since you have found someone to control the 'Extreme Cold Land' and make us lose our trump card, then I will let you, the 'Han Ling Sect', be buried with us!"

"Want to take my stuff?"

"It's not that easy!"

With that said, Jiang Yuefeng slowly squatted down.

The white sound-transmitting bead was spinning in his hand.

"And you, Liu Hao!"

As he said that, Jiang Yuefeng looked at Binghe, "Since you dare to let my 'Bingqi Sect' perish, I will let you, Liu Hao, be buried with it!"
Chapter completed!