Han Miaozhen squinted her eyes and said, "You actually dare to look down on our Sect Hierarch like this, prepare to die!"
As Han Miaozhen spoke, she started fighting with the two again, and the Turtle and Crane duo, not to be outdone, teamed up and were evenly matched against Han Miaozhen.
Not far away, Elder Quan watched the refugee army collapsing like an avalanche, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, along with a brewing rage. Who, who on earth burned my provisions? If no one had burned my provisions, how could my Zoroastrian Sect suffer such a defeat?
Damn it, who is it, if I find out, I will cut you to pieces, cut you to pieces!
Elder Quan was extremely angry at this time, wishing he could immediately kill the dog thief who burned his provisions.
As he thought this, suddenly a pain surfaced three inches from his ribs, a vital point left behind from the Quan Divine Pill he took to survive years ago, which forcibly overtaxed his martial arts foundation.
