"Explanation?" Luo Lang raised his eyebrows and laughed his heart out. The ethereal sight brightened up the eyes of everyone who was lucky enough to see it. In their eyes, the entire world suddenly turned radiant and bright.
Suddenly, Luo Lang flicked his right hand out of everyone's vision. Following that, a dazzling white gleam flashed by the eyes of the spectators
The purple cloaked elder, who was the target of the dazzling white gleam, quickly backed up a few meters in one step.
Suddenly, a purple cloth slowly drifted down to the ground. Looking at the cloth, it was obvious the source of the cloth was from the elder.
At that moment, Luo Lang was already holding an unsheathed sword in his right hand, the sword that had cut the elder's sleeve.
The purple cloaked elder narrowed his eyes when he saw his sleeve on the ground. He slowly raised his head with a cold look in his eyes. "The Four Heavenly Kings…"
