One-tenth of a breath!
The fist was already in front of Jie Yuan, like a raging thunder, carrying a furious energy.
Tian Lu used all his strength, with no intention of showing mercy.
The person who insults the East Gate Clan Leader.
Must die!
His eyes were filled with slaughter, calmness, disdain.
Looking at Jie Yuan as if he were a dead dog, without a trace of sympathy or concern.
So what if he is a follower of Zhongli Kun.
So what if his cultivation realm ranks second among the followers.
Just an ant.
How dare he presumptuously criticize the East Gate Clan Leader.
"Courting death!"
With a loud shout from Tian Lu, the fist brought forth gusts of wind, sweeping up the yellow sand on the ground, rolling towards Jie Yuan and the followers.
The followers were hit by the yellow sand, unable to open their eyes at all.
And Jie Yuan, though unbound, was seriously injured and had no strength to fight back.
