"I can't let you waste your Essence Blood like this."
Jiang Lan made no unnecessary moves. He simply reached out and grabbed the attacking Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
A terrifying power, as vast as the boundless ocean, erupted in an instant. With a CRACK, he crushed it into a shapeless lump of scrap metal that fell to the ground.
The Magical Artifact was destroyed, and even the nascent Artifact Spirit nurtured within it dissipated.
Han Yiming spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned ashen, devoid of all color.
Jiang Lan's strength made him tremble in despair. It was simply impossible for someone of the same generation to contend with him.
"Kill him."
"Quick, kill him."
He suddenly screamed, ordering the surrounding Ancient Inquiring Sect disciples to attack. But after witnessing that scene, who would still have the courage to make a move?
Even Han Yiming, a True Disciple, was as helpless as a chick before Jiang Lan.
Rely on them?
