Guo Yunchu shouted angrily.
But Lin Chang'sheng didn't show even the slightest trace of fear.
He had already killed He Jie today, making an enemy of the Immortal Martial Hall—was he supposed to be afraid of killing the daughter of a pope now?
If she pissed him off, Guo Yunchu shouldn't expect to walk out of here alive.
"I don't care how furious the Immortal Martial Hall can get. Right now, let me show you how furious I am!"
Lin Chang'sheng wasn't about to spoil someone acting like a spoiled little princess.
In the Immortal Realm, everything is decided by strength.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chang'sheng threw a punch straight at Guo Yunchu.
This punch was anything but ordinary—far more overbearing than the Dragon Tiger Heaven-Burning Palm.
It was none other than the Ten Directions Dragon God Fist.
With one punch, ten golden Divine Dragons shot out, their might utterly dominant.
Roar—
Roar—
The roars of those powerful Divine Dragons shook the heavens and earth.
