Liang Hui slowly stood up, a surge of aura ascending as if the heavens were tilting and the earth was overturning.
The youth looked at the silent crowd, his eyes filled with mockery.
"You fear the Demon Tribe and do not dare to seek revenge. Could it be that…"
The extended palm abruptly pressed down.
"You do not fear me!"
Piercing screams echoed through the city as blood blossomed like fireworks continuously.
All those who had spoken disrespectfully moments ago had their legs burst open, collapsing to the ground.
"Your Excellency, was this trip perhaps too…"
A long cry came from the center of the city. A silhouette swirling with Immortal Qi approached with an extremely sacred aura.
Yet before he could take a few steps—
A fair hand, covering the Vault of Heaven, gripped down directly.
Crack!
An even brighter firework ascended in the sky.
Liang Hui casually flicked the blood off his fingertips, his gaze calm and indifferent.
