So the current Lu Qiming is only powerless despite wishing to do more, watching the dwindling disciples of the Green Ripple Sect in the arena, he couldn't help but clench his teeth with a trace of anger.
"Senior Brother, how does it feel to be powerless?"
At this moment, Lu Kang had already slaughtered the gathered crowd in the field completely. Now, he lightly licked the crimson on his hand, and as he looked at Lu Qiming, there seemed to be a wave of sorrow in his eyes.
"Let them go; this is a grievance between you and me, why involve others?" Lu Qiming said so.
"Hahaha, what a joke, they're not others, they're your disciples, how can it be considered a form of venting blame on others?" Lu Kang swept his gaze over Tao Yuyu and Lin Chen's groups, his tone icy.
"Don't forget! You are also a disciple of the Green Ripple Sect!"
"Am I?"
Lu Kang looked up at the temple ceiling, after a moment, he roared angrily, "But that was many years ago."
