Lu Chang'sheng's words cut into Elder Qian's heart like a knife.
The entire Qilin Clan looked humiliated too, their faces contorted with rage as they glared at Lu Chang'sheng, anger roiling in every fiber of their being.
Two of the Violet Flame Generals just couldn't hold it in, roared, and charged straight at Lu Chang'sheng.
But with their strength, they didn't even register as a threat to him.
From Lu Chang'sheng's perspective, their attacks—every swing of their fists—played out in slow motion, frame by frame. He neutralized them with laughable ease.
He casually pointed a single finger.
The two Violet Flame Generals instantly spewed blood and crashed into the ground below.
They weren't mortally wounded, but those injuries would leave them bedridden for at least a week before even thinking about getting up again.
Seeing this, Elder Qian heaved a heavy sigh. His Qilin True Body faded away, revealing his blood-soaked, battered form.
