"All right, all right, brat. Since you don't know whether you're alive or dead, don't blame this granddaddy for showing no mercy. I'll send you to the Underworld and teach you that playing the hero to save the beauty isn't something just anyone can do!"
Xia Tianhao's face was full of savagery. Then he pointed, and the Black Giant Hand flashed, vanishing from above Red Leaf's head. In the next instant, it appeared before Xianmu Yi Lan.
He was truly enraged now, ready to tear off the other party's head in one grab and let those cats and dogs understand that the dignity of the Shayang Sect could not be offended.
If anyone did not know whether they were alive or dead, they would have to pay a bitter price for it.
Simply put, he wanted to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys.
To be fair, there was nothing wrong with him doing this. The pity was that he had picked the wrong opponent. Xianmu Yi Lan did like to run his mouth, but he was no flashy, useless character. On the contrary, this kid's strength was extremely terrifying.
How could an ordinary Lihe Realm cultivator possibly escape from the hands of a Dongxuan Realm old monster? Lin Xuan had also fallen out with Xianmu Yi Lan before, and even he was somewhat wary of this kid's strength.
And so, Xia Tianhao met tragedy. His intention had not been bad—he had wanted to establish his might—but the result was the exact opposite.
Seeing the Black Giant Hand clawing toward his head, Xianmu Yi Lan showed no panic at all. He merely waved the Folding Fan in his hand.
Soundless, traceless...
There was no thunderfire, nor were there wind blades filling the sky, yet that imposing black Ghost Claw inexplicably