Someone wanted to end your bloodline?
The Sacred Gate disciples and elders were all stunned, unable to make sense of it.
The Punishment Hall elder, however, gave Qin Jun no chance to catch his breath. With a wave of his hand, he condensed a giant palm and tried to crush Qin Jun into pulp.
"It's over..."
Daoist Lu Ya closed his eyes, his heart filled with shame. He had only just arrived and pledged himself to his lord, yet his lord was already about to die.
Once Qin Jun died, he would not be able to survive either.
Sword Venerable Yuxiao remained expressionless. Hearing Qin Jun's words, he sneered. "Today, I'll make sure your Extreme Flame Demon God Race ends—"
Just then, a pressure as though the heavens had collapsed spread throughout the Sacred Gate's realm.
"Who dares hurt my son?!"
Ji Bubai's rough, domineering roar rang out, leaving all the disciples dizzy and rupturing their eardrums.
The elders nearest Qin Jun all vomited blood and flew backward. Qin Jun alone remained unharmed.
That roar shook heaven and earth!
It shook the heavens and made ghosts weep!
Xi Jiliang, the foremost among the elite disciples, turned around in terror. Who was this arrival?
His roar alone was incomparably domineering.
Like an ancient war god descending into the world and raging at all living beings, boundless killing intent swept over them, making every living creature within the Sacred Gate feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.
Qin Jun's lips curled upward as he muttered, "That old man really keeps his word."
He was secretly astonished. Was this the power of a Saint, or had Ji Bubai surpassed ordinary Saints? With but a thought, he could come to his aid in an instant.
Wouldn't that mean that wherever he