Chapter 700 Death Knocking on Your Door

Before Caspian could say anything, the Holy Land Realm cultivator impersonating Phillip said, "The dead don't need to know who we are."

His voice was sharp and muffled behind his mask, causing a harsh and unpleasant sound as if someone brushed the bottom of a pot with an iron brush.

The leader of the imperial guards held a long spear and stood in front of the emperor, shouting angrily, "How dare you! The sect immortals are here, and you've no right to spurt nonsense!"

The Holy Land Realm cultivator impersonating Phillip scoffed and uttered, "How weak! Death is already knocking on your door, yet you're still so senseless."

"What?" The head of the imperial guards was stunned. The next moment, he felt his chin itch. The irritation came very quickly, and it swiftly spread to both cheeks, his head, and all over his body!

It felt like countless ants crawled wildly under his skin!

The leader of the imperial guards stretched out his hand and scratched his face. However, just as he was