C128 Zhang Qichao

Zhang Qichao rushed forward like a madman, holding his sword and rushing towards Zhao Xin.

Seeing this, the corner of Zhao Xin's mouth curled up into a mocking smile.

"Someone from the Northern Immortal Sect has killed someone!"

Suddenly, a loud shout resounded throughout the entire gathering place. Immediately, everyone looked towards the source of the sound