Sweat dripped down from his forehead.
The Great Grandmaster of the Little Thunderclap Buddhist world was filled with fear.
As a monk, he should not have said such dirty words. However, at this moment, he could not help it!
Why?
He, Ping Yang Tian, had already apologized, so why was he still targeting him?
This inescapable cold death aura that surged from the depths of his heart was released from the Void Heaven. Without a doubt, only the mysterious Saint Lord Lu could do this.
"What kind of power is this?"
The Great Grandmaster asked in fear.
This was true fear. It was as if the entire little thunderclap Buddhist world would be wiped away in the next moment.
That terrifying aura of destruction made his skin crawl.
Madman!
This Lu Pingan was a madman!
Rumble!
