"Sir?"
Fu Chen paused for a moment. 'Could this kid be one of the Thunder Guard?'
'But isn't Ying Huo the Commander of the Thunder Guard? What kind of person could make him call them 'Sir'?'
Fu Chen immediately cast the thought aside.
'My Sandfall Purgatory has slain countless Xuanwu Realm Powerhouses. I've even killed eight at the Xuanwu Realm Ninth Heaven!'
'I don't care if you're a big shot or a nobody. As long as you don't have a King Martial Realm Cultivation, once you're trapped in my Sandfall Purgatory, you'll be torn to pieces!'
Fu Chen roared with laughter. The Spells his hands formed shifted constantly, and his sleeves billowed without any wind.
With grand, sweeping motions of his hands, he began to shrink the sandstorm's range.
Not only did the sandstorm's range begin to shrink, but its rotation also accelerated, emitting a piercing, sky-shattering shriek that was enough to make anyone's blood run cold!
