Eight Desolates Purgatory
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Kunlun really thinks nothing of us."
The middle-aged man with cracks on his body looked at Jiu Zhongtian and began to gather his strength.
"In that case, I would like to experience the might of a Kunlun summit leader."
Jiu Zhongtian poured the wine into his mouth before tossing out the gourd.
Boom!
The gourd smashed directly at the middle-aged man.
A powerful force appeared in the sky. The middle-aged man was forced back a distance, but he was not injured at all. His expression was calm.
Jiu Zhongtian did not pay any attention to it as he flew into the sky.
Strength burst forth like light, illuminating the surroundings.
The middle-aged man from the Qilin Race followed.
Two rays of sun-like light appeared in the sky.
The others took a glance and did not say anything.
It seemed like it was normal for people to fight. Or rather, it was more accurate to say that they were eager for people to fight.