Liu Jin did not give Xia Liu any chance to speak further, activating Palm Thunder to its peak state.
In the dim world beneath the sky, only his figure shimmered.
The flashing power of the flowing electricity distorted the very space itself.
At the same time, Han Bei's Cold Frost Sword Realm was also pushed to its peak.
His aura was the sword, his will was the sword.
Even the gaze he emitted seemed like sharp sword edges.
Even the killing intent of the two seemed to solidify the sky.
"With such killing intent, you are truly pitiful."
Xia Liu could already imagine the consequences when other factions learned of the actions of the Han and Liu Families.
They would surely pay a painful price.
Although destruction wouldn't be certain, resources, territories, and the like would certainly be lost significantly.
For the sake of benefits, how could Han Bei and Liu Jin allow him to exist peacefully?
However, Xia Liu had no fear whatsoever.
