"How dare a mere wild cultivator from the countryside be so arrogant? Today, I will teach you a lesson!"
With a loud shout, the red-robed elder of Yiqi Sect, a Golden Core Mahayana, jumped up. Normally calm and composed, he was somehow provoked by a single remark from Old Bastard Wanluo. Originally intending to crush this reckless Nan Zhan cultivator with the Grand Formation as a show of dignity, he couldn't contain himself, and decided to take action personally. With tidal force, he directed his palm strike at Wanluo.
"Fists are the real reason. Today, we'll see who can persuade whom!"
Without hesitation, Wanluo Old Bastard swung his large sleeves, like two furious dragons, towards the void.
