I Should Never Have Come to West Sea Spirit Prefecture!
Excluding punctuation, Han Wentian had spoken a total of twenty-five words before Jun Changxiao knocked him out with one punch.
That was far too domineering, far too terrifying!
Li Qingyang said in confusion, "Could it be that the Myriad Immortal Alliance Leader and Sect Master had a grudge in the past?"
He could sense that the sect master's sudden attack carried towering fury, as though there were some deep-seated blood feud between them.
"Second Senior Brother."
Xiao Ziji said, "Sect Master has been acting strange ever since returning from Soul Clan Continent. Could something be weighing on his mind?"
"In my opinion,"
Su Xiaomo guessed, "Sect Master must have been bullied over there, so after coming to West Sea Spirit Prefecture, he treated the leader of some alliance as a punching bag to vent his frustrations."
"Alas."
Li Qingyang shook his head and said, "We disciples are still too weak. Otherwise, how could we have let Sect Master go to Soul Clan Continent alone?"
At the bow of the ship, Lu Qianqian silently watched Jun Changxiao below as he struck a pose.
Li Qingyang and the others worried over their sect master's strange behavior, but she was only wondering why he had smelled so strongly of roses when he returned.
The Myriad Immortal Alliance's council hall, comparable to a sect's Main Hall, had completely collapsed. Han Wentian lay sprawled on the ground like a heap of mud, his mouth crooked and eyes askew.
Several thousand members who had been sent flying struggled to their feet. Seeing their alliance leader battered beyond human recognition, every one of them turned pale with fright.
Just who was that young man standing in the crater, radiating such overwhelming energy?
The most tragic one