Zhou Heng's mind was completely focused on refining the Blood Sword shards, and he wouldn't react to anything unless his safety was threatened; he naturally ignored the purple-clad strong man's interrogation as if he had heard nothing.
"Hm?" The purple-clad strong man's eyes widened, showing displeasure.
He was at the Mountains and Rivers Realm, among the supreme experts in the dynasty, whose words carried the weight of nine cauldrons, commands that were obeyed throughout the land. Who would dare to treat his words lightly? Zhou Heng actually dared to ignore him, which was a blatant insult!
Could one so easily demean a Mountains and Rivers Realm expert?
The purple-clad strong man flipped his hand to strike, and a large hand formed from Spiritual Power immediately suppressed Zhou Heng.
Boom!
