Nie Qingyun and the Cloud Mountain disciples looked at the young man with the golden astrolabe in shock and disbelief. With a simple wave of his hand, he severely injured more than 100 people from the Heavenly Fire Sect.
Feng Qiu who finally realized the error of his ways fell to his knees and kowtowed to Lu Zhou. "Little brother, please spare my life! Please spare my life!"
"What did you call me?" Lu Zhou stood with his hands on his back. His voice was cold, causing chills to run up people's spines. It was obvious he was displeased by the way Feng Qiu addressed him.
