"Next one, continue!
"If he doesn't die, you will!"
Heiye handed Su Yue a second Heiye Pill, while Cang Ji scowled darkly, pointing directly at the third Fifth-Grade Martial Artist.
Cang Ji's heart was already filled with immense fury.
Utter humiliation.
Now, he not only hated Mo Kai.
Others being strong is the result of their hard training; hating them is of no use.
Cang Ji's anger lay in the weakness of Jing Niao City's lower-grade martial artists.
He suddenly realized a huge problem.
Could it be that, due to focusing on his own cultivation, he had been too indulgent and soft on his subordinates?
This was practically a slap to his own face.
Cang Ji had made up his mind with determination: today, my Jing Niao City will fill with lives if necessary, but I must exhaust Mo Kai's disciple to death.
Those weak ones who die are not even worth pitying.
"Divine Elder, this..."
Heiye was stunned.
Still fighting?
It's obvious to anyone that Mo Kai's disciple is too strong.
