Everyone believed Wan Jie Taoist's deduction, and those people all fell silent.
Only the Wind God Emperor glared, shouting in anger, "If I find out which bastard race dared lay a hand on my disciple, I'll make sure they get a proper lesson from me."
At once, cold sweat broke out on some people's foreheads.
Even Wu Fo was the same; he had no wish to provoke such a madman.
When he said he'd make a move, he really would make a move.
Right now they were all praying in their hearts that their own race wasn't among those people.
If so, their clansmen wouldn't suffer losses, and more importantly, they wouldn't have the Wind God Emperor coming to cause trouble.
The title "madman" really wasn't given to him for nothing.
Qin Hao killed the last opponent and stood in the center of the Formation, his whole body bathed in blood.
The enemy's desperate counterattacks had left him covered in wounds as well; one of his incarnations had even almost been dispersed.
