At this moment, Leng Wuhen withdrew the terrifying pressure of the Peak Stage of the Ninth-Grade Heavenly Immortal Realm and stood upon the high platform. His purple-gold robe fluttered without wind, and his falcon-like, sharp eyes locked fiercely onto Ling Xiao on the arena. Beneath his wide sleeves, his fists were already clenched white, his nails digging deep into his palms and seeping faint traces of blood.
"Great Elder, Second Elder, Seventh Elder... and Yue'er, Qianyu..." Leng Wuhen muttered these names in his heart, every single word squeezed out from between his teeth. "All of them died at the hands of this little bastard!"
His chest heaved violently, and the terrifying aura of the Peak Stage of the Ninth-Grade Heavenly Immortal Realm leaked out uncontrollably, causing the surrounding space to twist and deform. Leng Qingsong, standing beside him, was forced back step by step by this pressure, his face turning pale. "Family head... calm down..."
Chapter 617