"To pay?"
Jian Wushuang felt his face flushed with anger as rage was brewing in his heart.
With no ties with the Heavenly Ape Clan, he had not any intentions of intervening in the massacre. But everything is different, now that the Bone Devil Clan had dared incur his wrath.
"To your death, young man!"
With his face glowering and his eyes flaring with malice, the red-robed elder lunged at Jian Wushuang, appearing before him in the blink of an eye as his palms, adorned with similar runic markings on his skin, threatened to smash into his face.
The force of his stroke tore the fabric of Space asunder.
With this very stroke, the red-robed elder had fully unleashed his powers as a Rank One Dao Master in its fullness.
"Do you still intend to kill me?"
Harnessing his rage and aggression, Jian Wushuang channeled the Ancient God Powers he wielded and concentrated them upon his palms.