It’s Easier To Summon An Evil Spirit Than Allay It
Editor: JayC
Duan Ling Tian’s gaze contained slight mischief mixed within as it slowly shot onto the dumbstruck Mo Tu.
At this moment, Mo Tu had an expression of astonishment, and he hadn’t recovered from his shock up to now.
Never had he imagined that this young man actually possessed such a terrifying strength, heavily injuring and knocking down all the five clan generals he brought with him in an instant.
"You… Who exactly are you?" At this moment, if Mo Tu still didn’t know that he’d bitten off more than he could chew, then he’d really have lived in vain for all these years.
Mo Tu’s heart was filled with regret, and he hated himself for being overwhelmed by anger earlier…
"Lead the way." Duan Ling Tian raised his hand, and five grade seven Gold Injury Pills shot into the hands of those five Mo Clan generals.
The five Mo Clan generals were deeply grateful as they consumed it.