In the Nine Cold Sect, a young man with a sinister face grabbed Junior Brother He, coldly staring at Chu Ming as if looking at a dead man.
Chu Ming frowned. He could understand the arrogance of geniuses, but when they provoked him, things wouldn't be that easy to resolve.
"Scram!"
Chu Ming shouted coldly. Within this single word, he mixed in some soul attack. It wasn't very powerful, as he didn't intend to take their lives, but just wanted to teach them a lesson.
Boom!
Thump thump thump...
A wave of sound rippled through, seemingly far yet near. Everyone present, whether disciples of the Nine Cold Sect or the Not Two Palace, was blown away, spewing blood from their mouths. If Chu Ming wanted to kill them, a mere glance could kill them a thousand times over.
Rumble!
Han Kui's body collided with a dirt wall, the tremendous force smashing the wall to pieces, dust swirling everywhere.
Cough cough cough...
