Will Not Bear Any Insults
Dịch giả: Nyoi-Bo Studio Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The five people from the Heavenly Ease Sword School flew into a rage. Even the most cold-looking woman among them looked pissed.
"You think you can run amuck just because you killed a few Martial Emperors?"
The man came forward in anger, pushing Jiang Chen back.
It seemed like a simple movement, but state force was contained in it.
"Martial Arts Saint!"
The others found out his state. In fact, what he just said already showed he was above Martial Emperor.
"Looks like you need my help to get lost."
Jiang Chen acted fast. He grasped that man's wrists immediately.
His bony fingers rested fast against them. No matter how hard the latter struggled, he just could not get rid of them.
"You are courting death!"
No man would swallow this in the presence of pretty women.
The man yelled sharply. He closed his index finger against the middle one. Then a super penetrating sword radiance flew over.