Senior Brother Yun and the others were utterly baffled.
What are you talking about?
They were clearly weaklings from the Eastern Fire Continent. Why were you ignoring that they come from the prestigious Eight Gods Hall in the Western Rock Continent?
Are you so dismissive of others?
"Aren't you going too far?" Zhu Ye from the Eight Gods Hall said coldly.
Wang Jinghua glanced at him. "Adults are speaking; children should not interrupt!"
"You—" Zhu Ye was furious. So what if you are from Self-Observation? Am I supposed to be scared of you?
I am from the Eight Gods Hall. If you dare to touch a single hair of mine—
Bang!
He had barely uttered the word "you" when Wang Jinghua stretched out a hand and pressed it, and snap, he was blasted into a bloody mist.
Seeing this scene, everyone from the Eight Gods Hall was both shocked and enraged.
How dare you lay a hand on them? Has Tianyun Temple grown tired of living?
