With that move alone, the other party's cultivation was immediately laid bare—he was also at Foundation Establishment Perfection, the same as himself. Yuan Huazi could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
Neither rogue cultivator gangs nor Rogue Cultivator sects had anyone of such cultivation holding the fort!
But nothing he said now would matter. These people harbored ill intentions toward him and Sect Master Liu, and he had even killed two of their men. They were already locked in a fight to the death. Rather than retreat, Yuan Huazi advanced, shaking both arms as they transformed into twin dragons and drove straight at the opponent's central palace.
Body cultivators excelled most in close combat.
A burly, bearded man sat high in the seat of honor, while Huo Wantang, the Burning Flame City Lord, sat respectfully in the foremost seat below. Heavenly Punishment Saint Venerable Dong Jianchao, Saint Venerable Lin Ye Lin Haojie, Frost Saint Venerable Qin Huaming, and Fort Saint Venerable Yao Yao Zhanli sat in turn along both sides.
Mao Chun looked at Xue Han. "What illness did Xue Han come down with?" The Wang clan also looked at him strangely.
"Working part-time was... was... sigh, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Better not to say it." From high school through university, she had needed to work while studying. Sometimes, she really had tried working three or four jobs in a single day while keeping up with her studies, and she had nearly been worked to death.
No... those were not tears born of her own fear and cowardice. They were tears of grievance that fell when she saw the expressions of those elderly people, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. They had suffered far too many misunderstandings, and they had given far, far