Liang Zhongyu didn't target that high tier of Qi Refinement cultivator just out of a sense of imbalance.
He thought, since he was already offending people, it wouldn't hurt to offend one more.
Ordinary people's impression of loose cultivators is that they are desperately brazen; this is indeed true. Once they are pushed to the edge, there is nothing they dare not do.
His transformation was too swift, and when he made his move, it was like a thunderbolt. The one who had been battling him for half the day was unexpectedly, in a single encounter, forcibly severed of an arm by him.
Feng Jun was a bit displeased and coughed lightly, "Lao Liang?"
"I'm just taking a storage bag," Liang Zhongyu raised his hand to snatch the other party's storage bag, and with a raise of his leg, he kicked the person over.
