Divine Court, dead.

When Han Muye's voice fell, Daoist Da Yan's complexion changed.

Because, the space in the entire Divine Court treasure house revealed depression, and the meaning of ice cold was instantly clear.

Originally smiling, Zhou Bangyu's smile slowly subsided, and there was a trace of cold killing intent on his body.

"Boy, the majesty of the Divine Court cannot be compromised. Even if you are a relative of the royal family and have an honorable background, you cannot slander the Divine Court, this official—"

Did Zhou Bangyu say anything?

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