Jiu You's voice was cold, and her purple hair fluttered wildly. Her little face was full of malice. Colorful ripples around her spread out continuously.

The other party had insulted Chu Xun. It was unforgivable.

Swoosh!

Seven-colored flowing light surged around him. The golden spear swept across and rushed toward the Son of God like an arrow shooting out.

The Son of God's face was full of killing intent. He took out a long sword with a flip ...