The Might of One Palm (1)
Looking at the taunting cultivators of the Medicine God Sect in the Tianlong Terrace, Zhu Wuwan signaled for all the cultivators of the Thousand Poisons Sect to stop.
At this moment, most of the cultivators from the Thousand Poisons Sect also had puzzled expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they were not very optimistic about the upcoming war.
However, no one dared to disobey the new sect master who held absolute power, Zhu Wanhao. No one even dared to raise any objections.
Zhu Wuyan had just ascended to the position of the Thousand Poison Sect Master, yet he was able to grasp the Thousand Poison Sect to such an extent. This made the previous generations of the Thousand Poison Sect Master gasp in amazement.
In the clouds ten thousand miles away, Cui Zhicheng and Wang Jin, who had quietly followed Zhu Wuyang, who had led the army to appear in front of Tianlong Jia, looked at each other.