Forbidden

The man, who seemed to be an elder of this Blood Hound Sect, had a white aura exuding out of him fiercely.

It was enough to mimic wind flowing out from his body.

His long hair was pulled away from his face, clearly revealing it in a more scary way now.

He continued sticking his tongue out as he blitzed toward Sun.

He swung his sickle with force at the monkey, but Sun managed to jump to the side and avoid the blow.

Sun seemed irritated at his opponent's newfound strength.

Still, he was pissed off at this Elder and the rest of the cunts that were doing this slave trade.

He found it horribly wrong and painful to watch these seemingly innocent people be tortured like this.

Sun went on the attack, jumping into the air as he straightened his right hand.

Using it almost like a rod, he spun in the air several times before slamming his arm down toward Grelem's head.