"Hahahaha! Old fool, you sure have a dirty mouth."
A voice full of mockery and arrogance came from outside, and every disciple of the Purple Lightning Sect heard it loud and clear, "If you have the ability to kill me, just do it directly, why waste your breath!"
Arrogant!
Utterly arrogant!
Moreover, the attack that shook the sect's gates and caused the earth and mountains to tremble, along with the terrifying power that rumbled without end, truly left the many disciples within the Purple Lightning Sect agape.
They'd never seen anyone dare to come looking for trouble so arrogantly direct before.
They hadn't even heard of such a thing.
This was one of the Nine Great Sects under heaven, the Purple Lightning Sect with the Divine Monarch of Eight Tribulations at the helm!
Who was bold enough to do this?
Listening to the voice of the sect master just now, could it be the Barbarian Tribe of the Northwestern Wasteland?
