"Puh!"
In the deep pit, Wu Erming spat out a mouthful of blood, unsure how many bones on his chest were shattered.
"Tch, you little bastard, you're courting death!"
Struggling to stand, Wu Erming spat out blood foam, his face turning terrifyingly grim as he picked up the Wolf Fang Club in his hand.
"Hmph, for dogs that stand in the way and don't know their place, this cultivator always chooses to slap them dead."
Qin Yang glanced at Wu Erming, then coldly snorted, and slapped towards the figure in the pit through the air.
Boom!
A gigantic Flame Palm Seal formed in mid-air, and before Wu Erming could react, it had already slapped down on him.
Bang~!!
The Flame Palm Seal landed on Wu Erming's head, directly leaving a five-fingered imprint in the pit. Wu Erming's body turned charcoal black, falling to the depth of the pit, life or death uncertain.
"Second brother!!!"
