"Bah!" A boorish tribesman spat on the ground, placed hands on hips, and scolded angrily, "Bunch of b*stards, come down and continue fighting, Grandpa, if you have the guts!"
Holy Son Miyan's eyelids twitched slightly; he was about to berate the boor.
The Hall Master raised his hand slightly.
Coldness bloomed in his eyes as he brought his hand down heavily!
Boom! With a resounding bang, the boorish man was instantly sent flying by the Spirit Stone Cannon, shattering into fireworks in the air.
Voluminous blood mixed with rainwater splattered down, shocking everyone to the point of standing rooted to the ground, their pupils constricting involuntarily.
The man was a seventh-level spiritual realm cultivator, yet the Spirit Stone Cannon shattered his soul!
At that moment, more than ten Spirit Stone Cannons with such power pointed in their direction – survival seemed improbable.
