Wang Zhong's aura grew ever more imposing. "In my Medicine King Valley, there are one hundred and eight True Disciples, and every True Disciple is an innate strong person."
"I, Wang Zhong, am in the inner sect beneath the True Disciples."
"Though I am merely an Inner Sect Disciple, I am the first among them!"
"Do you really know whom you've provoked?"
With every word Wang Zhong uttered, he took a step forward, and his aura intensified each time until it reached a pinnacle, crashing down on Long Qie like a tsunami.
This was undoubtedly a profound combat method, using the pressure of one's aura to cause the opponent's mind to falter, making them unable to exert even sixty percent of their full strength.
The few followers bore vicious grins, looking at Long Qie as one would at a defeated dog, while the girl had an expression of fear in her eyes, her body subconsciously tightening, hiding behind Long Qie.
