"Kid, hand over all the healing pills you have," Ren Pingsheng said to them, his aura of the Empty Vein Realm enveloping him.
"Descendant of the Sun Devouring Emperor, you truly disgrace your ancestors," Xu Zimei said with a smile, not the least bit nervous. "To think a Great Emperor's descendant has fallen to such a state, it's quite pitiful."
Ren Pingsheng let out a cold snort as spiritual energy surged even more violently around him, and a huge hand made of spiritual energy reached out toward Xu Zimei and his companions.
"If you dare to touch us, we are disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect," Xiao Guizi shouted from the side. "My father is an Inner Sect Elder of the True Martial Holy Sect."
Ren Pingsheng's brows furrowed, and the spiritual energy hand halted; he didn't fear ordinary Holy Sect disciples—killing them was just killing them. The True Martial Holy Sect had so many disciples, it was impossible to pay attention to them all.
