"When you bullied him, did you ever consider what it means to be excessively oppressive?"
Zhang Fan spoke coldly. He turned around, the Dragon Toad Treasure Qi in his palm boiling, seizing the void, and caught that mass of fiery clouds in his grasp.
"You suppress him with your realm, I can do the same."
Zhang Fan's five fingers interlocked, crushing that molten mass of fire cloud into powder, with crimson gales surging, hot and searing.
Almost simultaneously, from his Primordial Palace, Eightfold Primordial Light rose skyward, the terrifying aura causing everyone's vision to begin to twist and blur.
"Great Master Eighth Realm... he..."
"At such a young age, he has reached this level. He is hopeful for the position of Sect Leader... Who exactly is he?"
"At such a young age, refined Eightfold Primordial Light, this kind of person will definitely not be an obscure nobody... Besides An Wuyang, is there such a master on Zhongnan Mountain?"
