"Stop!"
At this moment, Qing Lan and others reacted and quickly spoke up. The man in the green robe slowly turned around, looked at Qing Lan and the others, his smile became even more impudent and he said leisurely.
"It's your turn now."
With these words, he casually waved his sleeve, directly sending several droplets of blood toward Qing Lan and the other three.
"Such audacity, daring to attack my Snow God Sanctum people."
At this moment, when the droplet of blood flew out and touched Qing Lan's body, a powerful force quickly emerged and visibly in the air, formed a humanoid.
It was the Master of the Snow God Sanctum.
"Hmm!?"
The appearance of the Master of the Snow God Sanctum made the three men's expressions change slightly.
The leading man in the black robe looked at him disdainfully and said coldly.
"Demigod Realm, overestimating yourself!"
"Get lost!"
As his words fell, his voice formed ripples in the air, spreading outward visibly.
