Hearing this threatening remark, Lu Mingde gave a cold smile and said in a chilly voice, "You want to rule the realm? A thousand years ago, when the Li Tang imperial family fell, why didn't your clan emerge to save the people from the fires of suffering? A hundred years ago, when the mountains and rivers of Huaxia were shattered, why didn't your clan turn the tide? Threats? By all means, Your Excellency, give it your best shot!"
"Humph! Since you won't hand it over, I'll take it myself! Prepare to die!"
Li Chengfa flicked his finger, and a green beam of light shot straight toward the space between Lu Mingde's brows. The three people standing not far from him immediately flashed backward, terrified of being caught in the crossfire. A casual strike from a Nascent Soul powerhouse was far beyond what a Golden Core Realm cultivator could withstand; even the residual shockwave could easily severely injure a Golden Core expert.
Chapter 87