"Feng wuchen, come out and face your death!"
Lu Ming shouted again, his voice shaking the entire base.
"Lu Ming, how dare you break the door of the Wind Clan for no reason. Today, you must give us an explanation no matter what!"
One of the wind race's quasi-emperors shouted coldly.
"Explanation? bullshit! Get lost!"
Lu Ming swept his gaze across the room and told the other party to get lost, not giving him any face at all.
The people from the other forces all had different expressions and were secretly shocked.
The Wind Clan was an ancient clan with a long history. They had a deep foundation and were extremely powerful. However, Lu Ming did not give them any face at all. He even told the Wind Clan to get lost.
you're too arrogant! I'll cripple you!
An Emperor-to-be roared and his body turned into a gust of wind, rushing toward Lu Ming. With a wave of his hand, a dense wind blade flew out, extremely sharp, and attacked Lu Ming.
BOOM!
