"You..." Yin Su's eye twitched.
"This token from the Saint Heir is definitely real, but you might not be." Lu Jin'an tossed the token in his hand: "A mere servant daring to steal the master's treasure deserves a beating.
Today, I shall teach you, a thief who betrays his own master, a lesson on behalf of the Qin Clan."
As his words fell, he took out a purple-red sphere given by his master, and in an instant, all cultivators within the arena were isolated from the connection to their spiritual power.
"Take action, leave him alive." Lu Jin'an gave the order expressionlessly: "Don't touch Yang Guan first."
The people present no longer hesitated and surged forward.
Thus, the magical duel of cultivators turned into a mortal brawl.
In this era when body refinement is unpopular, how could Yin Su, unable to manipulate spiritual power, withstand a group of strong young people in combat?
"Lu Jin'an, what right do you have... to meddle on behalf of my Qin Clan... you deserve death!"
