It seems nobody remembers that he is merely a cultivator at the eighth level of the Return to Void Realm, and though the Hongmeng Purple Qi is powerful, it isn't inexhaustible.
If it really was possible to subdue this group of Great Demons, who would bother wasting words with them?
"You..."
The remaining group of twelfth-level Return to Void demons seemed to realize something, but by the time they looked up again, a scarred face with a glossy, smooth bald head had appeared before them, shimmering dazzlingly under a dense coverage of golden patterns.
That familiar face, it was undoubtedly the young master.
But the aura emanating from him made them feel utterly alienated; it was the same realm as Wu Rongbao.
"Why aren't you kneeling to serve me, your master?"
Wu Jun's voice gently spread, and before his words could settle, he ferociously launched a punch, the golden patterns spreading like a chessboard over the head of that Great Demon.
Crack!
