Zuoqiu Qingtian acted as if he hadn't heard Qin Feng's words, clutching his injured chest and angrily saying to Young Master Ling Tian, "You are Ling Tian, right? I don't care how powerful your Shu Mountain Sect is, nor how high your cultivation is, if you dare to have designs on my sister, you'll have to go through me first!"
"Oh? So you're the useless brother of Zuoqiu Feng? Ha, anyone can talk big, but looking at your condition, you can't even withstand a casual strike from me. Indeed, you're useless." Young Master Ling Tian spread his hands and mocked.
Zuoqiu Qingtian's face flushed red with anger.
He was once a genius.
Being called useless now, how could he swallow it?
He immediately gathered his Qi, and a whirlwind rapidly spun around him before he fiercely clapped his hands and shouted, "Wind Yang Palm!!"
Whap——!!
Stomping the ground, he flew toward Zuoqiu Qingtian like a fierce wind!
Before he even approached, a strong gale was already upon them.
