Jiang Fan slightly shook his head.
"Egg against a rock? It seems you've mistaken yourself for the rock!"
With that black stone sculpture containing a strike from the Soul Refining Venerable, the Divine Movement Sect wouldn't dare act recklessly.
Besides, there's only one Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul left.
Jiang Fan didn't even need to use that black stone sculpture.
The old man with the goatee showed no expression on his bloodless face: "Alright then."
"As you wish."
"It's just a pity that your sect will also be implicated because of you."
"With disciples like you, they're really out of luck."
With that said, he took a step towards Jiang Fan.
The terrifying might of an Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul crashed down like a roaring flood.
Yellow Springs squinted and said, "Kid, you really attract trouble."
"This is an Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul!"
He had just explained to Jiang Fan about the dangers of madness.
