"You are… Su Han?!!!"
Wang Wei felt as if a fly was stuck in his throat.
Although he was naturally arrogant and looked down on others, he always had flattering and sycophantic words ready when facing the powerful.
He had never thought the visitor would be Su Han because, in Wang Wei's view, Su Han could not possibly come to storm the Flowing Snow Sect alone; that would be suicide.
So, upon seeing Su Han, Wang Wei had prepared a bellyful of flattering words, but at this moment, they were all stuck in his throat, unable to be spoken or swallowed.
"What are you here for!"
Wang Wei quickly retreated, at the same time shouting sharply, while secretly gesturing to a guard beside him to hurry and notify the Flowing Snow Sect.
The guard had some insight and nodded immediately, wanting to run into the sect.
"Whoosh!"
But at that moment, Su Han suddenly made his move, his palm like a Sky-Filling Formation, coming down from above the guard's head with a boom, crushing him into mush.
