This young man that’s pretending to be a Seven Star Sword Sect inner court disciple would rather have his legs broken then receive a humiliation?
"Time’s up!" Zhao Lei sat on the Ferghana Horse and looked down on Duan Ling Tian with a ruthless expression and his eyes flickered with a vicious sheen. "Kid, this was your own choice… Since you’re unwilling to take off your clothes and enter the city in your birthday suit. Now, I’ll cripple your legs and make you crawl in the city!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Lei made his move.
Whoosh!
His figure shook and he seemed to have transformed into an eagle that flashed towards Duan Ling Tian, like an eagle grabbing a chick…
The surrounding spectators had all kept a good distance away as they were extremely afraid of being involved.
They didn’t dare lightly offend someone from the Seven Star Sword Sect.
