The Evil Blood Clotting Claw
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Tan Qiyue looked coldly at Bu Xingyi. "So what if you are a member of the Ming Temple? Seventy years ago, your Ming Temple had a talented elder, who rose to become a Martial Arts Grandmaster. He died at my hands."
"I have met your Ming Temple temple leader a few times. If he had been able to break through to the third Martial Arts Grandmaster realm, maybe I would be wary of him. But he is still in the second realm; at most, he is just a bit stronger than I am. Even if he was here now, I would still repeat what I have just said."
Bu Xingyi was shocked by his words. He had not expected that Tan Qiyue would ever have come into contact with the Ming Temple's Lord temple leader. Suddenly, he remembered something. His eyes wide, he said, "Sect Great Elder Qiao Tiao died seventy years ago. Was his death something to do with you?"