Courting death!
Even wounded as he was, he was not someone these ants at the Flesh Refining stage could provoke.
Without another word, Zhang Qi burst forward, both hands tensed into eagle claws as he swept toward those Yamen Runners with fierce momentum.
The aura of a Marrow Refining Realm martial artist surged out from Zhang Qi!
The Yamen Runners panicked at the sight, trying to draw their blades to fend off Zhang Qi's attack.
"Ah!"
A string of miserable screams rang out. Deep claw marks that reached the bone appeared across the chests of all three Yamen Runners, and they collapsed to the ground, howling in agony.
Hmph!
These pieces of trash!
Zhang Qi had struck hard for no other reason than that these men were all Su Quanchuan's trusted lackeys.
On ordinary days, they had helped Su Quanchuan do who knew how many filthy, shameful things.
Of course, the main reason was that Zhang Qi simply could not stand Su Quanchuan's men and wanted to teach them a lesson.
Leaving them their dog lives was already mercy enough in Zhang Qi's eyes.
Once Zhang Qi saw that they had fallen and could no longer resist, he turned around and spoke.
"Blackbird Envoy Sir..."
But before Zhang Qi could finish, Lu Xuan had vanished.
Meanwhile, the Lu Xuan Zhang Qi was looking for had already arrived in Su Quanchuan's courtyard.
"The aura of the Pure World White Lotus Sect?"
"There are actually traces of the Pure World White Lotus Sect here!"
Lu Xuan looked toward the room ahead. Invisible power churned around him, condensing into streams of crimson gang essence.
The courtyard's originally cool and pleasant air instantly became unbearably scorching.
Inside the room, Su Quanchuan sat cross-legged on the training platform with his eyes closed. Wisps of white