A moment later.
Everyone in the Red Sun Sect was horrified, prostrate on the ground, as a terrifying and unparalleled pressure enveloped the void. The bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze their very souls.
A cold voice, suppressing boundless fury, rang out:
"Asshole Tianjian, courting death!"
Everyone's minds went blank.
The Red Sun Martial Saint hurriedly held back the about-to-explode Martial Saint Ziyue, whispering:
"Ziyue sister, don't be hasty."
Martial Saint Ziyue's eyes were filled with sorrow:
"Brother, this matter absolutely cannot be left like this. That asshole Tianjian severed your arm and even stole the Great Sun Compass; it's a grudge obstructing our path. No matter his bizarre origins, I must fight him!"
The Red Sun Martial Saint's eyes also showed a trace of hatred. He took a deep breath and said:
