"The old grudge has already been settled years ago, why can't you people let go..."
Du Wuhen stands amidst a tight encirclement with his long sickle, shrouded in dark shadows, and countless black whirlwinds envelop his body.
"Settled?" Feng Chaoyang replies with a shout, "Only when a blood debt is repaid with blood, can it truly be resolved."
He did not hold back, immediately conjuring up three General Star Beads. Three dazzling orbs of light surrounded him, rotating slowly, like a nebula carrying a cloud of mist.
The disciples of the Heavenly King Sect stood several meters apart, encircling Du Wuhen. Behind each disciple, a faint mist appeared, resembling long ropes that connected to the nebula surrounding Feng Chaoyang.
Being well aware of the formidable power of the Heavenly King Sect's Star Cloud Great Formation, Du Wuhen did not plan to retaliate fiercely.
