This young man, who is pretending to be a Seven Stars Sword Clan inner sect disciple, would rather have his legs broken than be disgraced?
"Time is up!"
Leo Dunn, seated on a sweaty steed, looked down at Wyatt Barnes with a face full of ferocity. There was a cold gleam in his eyes. "Kid, you chose this yourself... You refuse to disrobe and enter the Ancient Wasteland City naked? I will break both of your legs and make you crawl into the city!"
As soon as Leo finished speaking, he made his move.
Whoosh!
His figure stirred as he dove at Wyatt Barnes like a hawk swooping down on a chicken.
The onlookers stepped back in fear of being affected.
They dared not provoke any disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Clan easily.
All the while, Wyatt Barnes watched Leo with a calm gaze, as steady as a mountain.
Seeing Leo's attack manifest a "phantom of four hundred ancient giant elephants", a rare expression appeared on Wyatt's face. His lips curled up slightly, showing a trace of disdain.
