Zhuan Yang's palm was about to strike down, and the murderer of his sister was about to be killed under his hand.
But suddenly, the murderer said something that made him at a loss, not even knowing whether he should continue with the strike.
He was much older than Zhou Feng, and had experienced far more, but at this moment, he felt like an immature child, utterly unsure of what choice to make.
Boom~~~
Zhuan Yang's palm struck down, and from the ruins of the Divine Dragon Hall, fierce winds arose and rubble flew in all directions. The innate experts of the Savage Witch Hall all spurred their powerful Gang Qi to shield themselves from the wildly flying debris.
Of course, there was one exception, and that was Ye Luo, who was already on the verge of death, with only a faint heartbeat. Zhou Feng swept out with his palm wind, instantly sending the debris flying away, then glared fiercely at Zhuan Yang, who was walking over, and said, "Do you want to kill Ye Luo?"
