"It's your turn now!"
Xiao Yi's eyes were ice cold as he looked toward Huijing and his two companions, hooking his finger with an overwhelming intent to battle.
Huijing and his companions exchanged glances.
Their eyes were filled with coldness and rage.
The Heavenly Dragon Eight.
Within the Western Zhou Buddhist Sect, they were the absolute rulers, and aside from the Holy Spirit Mountain, there were few who could stand against them. Even those few other rulers of the Western Province would not dare to provoke and belittle them thus.
For the powerful,
Especially for beings so concerned with face,
Contempt
Was the greatest provocation and the most intolerable humiliation.
"Second senior brother, kill him!" Huizhen said with a venomously twisted face.
