1530 Starting With the Feather Tribe

The cultivator grew even more furious upon hearing Mingshi Yin's words. He was already badly bullied by the cultivators from the Great Void. How could he contain his anger now that even a random person came to bully him?

The cultivator sneered. "Just you alone?"

"No. There's my master and this senior," Mingshi Yin said.

The cultivator looked at Lu Zhou and the Qin Yuan skeptically before he said with a sigh, "I advise all of you not to blindly get involved. Stay as far away as you can. Even if Saint Chen were here, he still wouldn't be able to do anything. It seems like Great Han won't be able to avoid this calamity."

"Heh, well, I've tried talking to you. Since you don't believe me, I can only show you," Mingshi Yin said.

Swoosh!

Mingshi Yin moved at lightning speed. In just a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the cultivator. Then, he pushed his hand out, unleashing a palm seal as big as a mountain.