"Yan Kuan?"
The voice of the Demon Sect Grandmaster is rather sharp, sounding quite grating to the ear.
"Indeed!"
Yan Kuan replied with a fist salute.
"A third-rate grandmaster, you have no right to speak in my presence!"
"You!"
Yan Kuan's face turned ashen with anger.
"Young man, beat him up for me. I'll personally offer a seventh-grade spiritual medicine!"
Yan Kuan spat out the words resentfully.
The moment Xu Yan heard this, his spirits brightened instantly, hurriedly declared, "Alright, a seventh-grade spiritual medicine it is!"
"Such arrogance!"
The Demon Sect Grandmaster in front was seething with anger.
In a swift movement, a bleak aura swept out, transmuting into terrifying ghostly claws, hurtling towards him!
Against the Demon Sect Grandmaster, Xu Yan was not going to show any mercy.