"I remember I once said that it's best for people of the Cangli Sacred Land not to provoke me again, but unfortunately, you didn't listen. Tonight, I will cripple your cultivation as a warning."
Mo Wangchen's voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated clearly into the ears of everyone in the city.
Song Hao continued to shake his head, muttering to himself, as if he had lost his mind.
Indeed, the blow was too great for him to bear. At this moment, Song Hao had become somewhat foolish.
From a top genius renowned across Lizhou, he had fallen to a mere cripple overnight.
No matter who it is, such a result is an unbearable blow.
"Swoosh!"
At this moment, in the distant sky, ripples of energy came rolling in.
In an instant, they arrived above this place.
Looking up, one could see an old man in a long robe.
His hair and beard were white, and his face was solemn as he scanned the scene.
