The Fourth Patriarch looked at Zhu Yanluo with some disdain in his eyes, because Zhu Yanluo was just a junior to him, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"You, a junior, want to stop me?" the Fourth Patriarch said disdainfully.

"It's enough to let you three generations come."

Zhu Yanluo raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "In a world of strong people, the competition is about who is stronger, not who is senior.

For people like you, even if you live a hundred thousand years longer than me, it will only be a wasted time."

The Fourth Ancestor's face darkened, and he slapped Zhu Yanluo with a huge ice palm.

Zhu Yanluo turned into a white light and penetrated directly through it, jokingly saying: "It's all fancy."

The Fourth Ancestor was furious. He kept waving his hands, and the giant ice palms kept attacking Zhu Yanluo one by one.

Zhu Yanluo also dealt with them one by one, quite easily.

Seeing this, the Fourth Ancestor rushed forward and started a close combat.

The surrounding space was constantly shattered, and then repaired by the power of space.

The commotion was so loud that it attracted the attention of the whole city.

The battle lasted less than half an hour, but the entire city was reduced to ruins.

Finally, the Fourth Patriarch stopped. He looked at the calm and calm Zhu Yanluo and frowned deeply.

Then he turned to look at Tushan Yinglian: "Help me."

Tushan Yinglian shook his head.

snort!

The Fourth Patriarch snorted coldly, turned around and left, because there was no point in continuing the fight.
Chapter completed!