As a Martial Saint Realm expert, Xiang Yan moved like thunder, his sword seemingly capable of cleaving the sun and moon. His presence alone caused the surrounding spectators to wear faces of utter horror, as the mere release of his killing aura caused the grass underfoot to scatter wildly!
"Heavens above, is this the pinnacle of mastery in the Martial Arts World? Truly terrifying, indeed! Beneath such a sword, there is absolutely no chance of survival!" the spectators said to each other, their faces turning pale with fright.
"Son of a bitch, how dare you injure my son! Elder Xiang, we must kill this thief!" Long Zhengye raged furiously, his eyes bloodshot.
Seeing his most beloved grandson severely injured and unable to rise, Elder Long Xian trembled with anger, nearly losing his breath from the upset.
