"Sheng'er, even if I say that kid has decent Martial Dao talent, he's just a Tier Four Martial Artist."
"I could crush him with one finger. Why bother with such a big fuss?"
The purple-clothed elder spoke, and with a slight movement of his mind, an immense Divine Thought immediately spread towards the depths of the Wind Thunder Mountain Range.
Soon after.
The Insect Race army that was relentlessly pursuing Han Yue's group suddenly had their heads explode, turning into a pile of headless corpses!
"Even the lion fights the rabbit with all its might. This quota in the Secret Realm concerns the rise and fall of our clan, and we cannot afford any mistakes."
Fang Sheng touched his neck, recalling the scene where his head was cut off by Lu Yuan, a hint of resentment flashed across his eyes.
As the Young Master of the Fang Family, he had always been the center of attention since childhood.
