Qian Fengming neither looked back nor glanced aside. Still striding with martial vigor and high spirits, he continued leading everyone forward. Mu Bai saw it clearly: a trace of mockery appeared in Qian Yuhuang's eyes.
Qian Fengming had never lost to anyone in his life, yet he had lost to Qian Fengshan. After that, he had spent his life sunk in drunkenness, and the son he had fathered, Qian Yuwen, was utterly disappointing too. Even after being named a Holy Son, he still could not hold his head up in public. As the Great Holy Son, Qian Yuhuang also looked down from the bottom of his heart on this uncle of his, a so-called former Heavenly Pride.
At the sight of the Qianyuan Sacred Land's party, the Primordial Soul Sacred Land's people immediately erupted into an uproar. Eyes wide with fury, they raised their Soul Soldiers and battle treasures and charged over, surrounding the thousand-odd people of the Qianyuan Sacred Land in an instant.
"Lu Changlin, no wonder your Primordial Soul Sacred Land crumbles at a touch. Are all the elite disciples you bring out this ill-mannered and uncouth?"
"What manners do we owe devilish scoundrels like you? Everyone has the right to kill you, and everyone celebrates your deaths!"
They had already fought a great battle earlier. Now, at the Mysterious Female Gate, the moment Qian Fengshan and Lu Changlin met, the air immediately reeked of gunpowder, as though neither would rest until they had fought another round.
"Let's see whether your hands are as formidable as your tongue!"
Qian Fengming swept his broad sleeve, sending a fierce gale of astral wind rushing straight at Lu Changlin and the disciples behind him. Lu Changlin likewise swept open his broad sleeve. Like a gaping maw that could swallow the heavens,