The Upper Sect that pressures the land of a province is enough to stand tall alongside border officials.
This is the confidence behind Luo Zhaopeng's claim to eliminate Ninghai Zen.
Four Cultivation Grandmasters, celebrated across a county, truly extraordinary.
But only those with supreme Divine Techniques, who traverse the world unhindered, are the true heroes standing atop the Martial Dao.
Su Wan'Er shook her head gently, clenched her palms, and a touch of madness appeared on her bloodless, delicate face:
"Uncle Luo, tonight I want Bai dead! Since he is a direct disciple of Tongwen Hall, it is proof of his favor! I want that brute to taste the feeling of having a chunk of flesh ripped from his heart!"
Luo Zhaopeng's face twitched, he asked solemnly:
"Miss, did you make further arrangements without informing me?"
Su Wan'Er seemed possessed, her shoulders trembling, laughing quietly:
