"Hmph, who do you think you are? Your life could never compare to the life of this Sovereign's beloved daughter! Go to hell! Today, every single thief in the Pill Heaven Sect must die!"
Long Zhentian let out a cold snort and directly thrust a palm toward Bai Yulan.
Although his palm strike looked utterly casual, for a Level 9 Emperor Cultivator—let alone a palm strike—even looking at a Qi Refiner with eyes imbued with spiritual power was enough to turn them to dust!
Chapter 749