Chapter 1922 - son of god

Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 1922 son of god

“Chenge, I can understand.” Xing Yue said lightly.

“I am the person in charge of Gold Peak Island.” Outside the island master’s residence, Fang Chen looked down and said solemnly.

“Beast God Clan is here, why aren’t you welcoming him quickly?” A certain Divine Emperor coldly said.

“Hmph, our Third Holy Son came to your place because we wanted to give you face. Don’t not know what’s good for you.”

Fang Chen looked at the crowd, and in the end, his gaze landed on Third Holy Son.

“What a bunch of useless fellows. Truly laughable.” Fang Chen spread out his hands and said, “Gold Peak Island is the territory of the Heavenly Bone Palace, for you, the Beast God Clan, to barge into our The Realm of the Heavenly Bone Palace, what intentions do you have?”

Facing Fang Chen’s questioning, the Beast God Clan’s Divine Emperor looked at each other in dismay.

“That’s right, the strength of the Third Holy Son, how could you possibly challenge it? If not for Third Holy Son being engrossed in cultivation, one of the six Great Rules of the Divine Emperors must be a Third Holy Son. “

Moreover, the Island Master is a disciple of the bone progenitor, she shouldn’t be that simple.

Fang Chen’s words completely enraged the Third Holy Son.

A viciousness surfaced on the calm face of the latter. Immediately, he spoke in a dark and solemn voice, “Brat, don’t waste your breath. I came to Gold Peak Island this time to challenge you. “However …”

“Since you think that I am blind and that I have selected idiots as my subordinates, I will naturally let you understand that you are the real idiot.”

“What do you want?” Fang Chen asked directly.

“Hmph, what is there to not agree to? So what if you speak so arrogantly about the bet? In the end, it all came to nothing. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that it is more realistic. ” Third Holy Son sneered and agreed to Fang Chen’s wager.

A wild aura suddenly emerged from Fang Chen’s body, his expression extremely dark and cold.

Third Holy Son actually had his eyes set on his wife, Xing Yue.

However, his gaze was always on Xingyue.

It gave people a feeling that they were not allowed to get close to strangers.

The more people felt this way, the more they imagined it.

“Chenge, promise him.” Xing Yue secretly transmitted to him.

Looking at the Third Holy Son who was rejoicing in his misfortune, he had a plan in his heart.

“Enough.”

“Boss, that Third Holy Son is too much.”