Let those scum pay their blood debts with blood.
Lu Qing took a deep breath, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and continued to rapidly shift through the stars, heading to the next Black and White Temple sub-temple.
His speed was extremely fast, with each step he covered a distance of billions of miles.
The stars around him quickly retreated, turning into streams of light.
Suddenly, his heart and spirit were stirred, and he stopped.
He hovered in the starry sky, coldly looking in a certain direction.
He could feel an incredibly intense malice coming from that direction.
The malice was tangible, sticky, and cold, making him feel uncomfortable.
And judging by the speed at which the malice was approaching, it was clearly directed at him.
That speed was far beyond that of the previous Black and White Temple elders; it was obvious that the visitor was not friendly.
"So finally, a big one has come?"
