The mountain wind was piercing, and the distant cries of battle were faint in the ear.
There were flashes of lightning and the rumble of thunder striking down intermittently.
Seven powerful cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage gathered above the Liusha Camp, tense as if ready for battle!
After Han Zheng asked that question, Luo Chen could only be silent.
In this unspoken silence, Han Zheng's face grew so dark, it seemed it could drip water.
His four senior sect brothers behind him were even ready to burst into action.
But, unexpectedly...
Han Zheng suddenly laughed.
"Fine!"
"You've got guts, I'll remember you!"
Under the astonished eyes of his four seniors, he waved his hand.
"Let's go!"
"Junior Brother..."
"Go!"
Han Zheng barked and was the first to leave.
The four had no choice but to give Luo Chen and Chu Kui a fierce glare before following Han Zheng away.
After they had left, Chu Kui obviously let out a sigh of relief.
