Seeing his sect's disciple being taken away, Luo Xiangsheng turned his head and glared coldly at Wanqi Jingyi, "You brat want to kill someone from my Luocha Sect; are you tired of living? Do you really wish to leave this Cultivator Tournament horizontally?"
Liang Qing was one of the rare talents in his sect, who established the Foundation in just a few years. Given his speed of cultivation, forming the Golden Core Pill was just around the corner.
Yet Wanqi Jingyi actually wanted to kill him.
How could Luo Xiangsheng not be furious!
As these words left his mouth, a powerful pressure swept through the air, with an invisible oppression that hinted at danger.
Wanqi Jingyi's whole body tensed up from this sense of pressure, his expression turning gloomy.
He didn't know Luo Xiangsheng's level of cultivation, only feeling a vigilance against facing danger.
The overwhelming killing intent released by the opponent nearly took his breath away.
