Qingxiao Holy Land, Fang Chi

The black-clothed youth was surrounded by black mist, exuding a domineering aura, and his furious roar sounded like a true dragon's roar. The powerful spiritual and mental energy caused ripples in the surrounding heaven and earth.

Such immense power could easily shred the soul of a Transcendence Realm expert. The dilapidated buildings around Lu Ze were shattered into pieces under his furious roar, creating an alarming scene.

Lu Ze, too, was affected by the black-clothed youth's roar, and his eardrums slightly ached. A trace of anger flashed between his eyebrows.

"You bastard, what are you yelling about?"

"This is a Natural Martial Technique. You destroyed it without even looking. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Lu Ze didn't want to cause trouble, but it didn't mean he was afraid of this person. The strength he had displayed outside was formidable, but it didn't mean Lu Ze couldn't defeat him!