"Shut up!"
A crowd of Alliance elders in a strange yin and yang manner began speaking one after another, seemingly trying to mediate, but in fact, all criticism was aimed at Wu Liang.
The latter was no fool; he was originally in the wrong regarding this matter. These words, one after another, were extremely grating to hear, and he became furious on the spot, turning to look at the Alliance elders.
His face showed anger as he harshly rebuked, "Does my Wuyue Clan's affairs need your meddling? A bunch of ungrateful old fogies, don't think I don't know about you! You've long colluded with that kid Chen Tang!!"
"Boom!"
"Pfft..."
At the moment of distraction, a punch from Old Ghost Wen brushed past his left shoulder. Although it didn't land solidly, it was still the power of a higher Fourteenth Stage. Wu Liang immediately spat out a blood arrow, his figure flying to the side.
"Tear!"
"Boom!"
"Boom boom..."
