Jay glanced at Patriarch Oslo, and his voice was as cold as ice as he said, “Are you sure you want to attack me?” Patriarch Oslo’s breathing stuttered.

His energy still surged, but his attitude of wanting to rage in anger disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Jay turned and left with disdain in his eyes.

In the meeting hall, no one dared to speak.

*** Outside Cirrus City, dozens of figures stood there, with Holy Polo and Philip among them.

Holy Polo looked at Philip with a smile on his face.

“What do you think special art is?” Hearing this, Philip was taken aback by this question.