Sun Zhe glanced indifferently at the group of demonic disciples before him, his eyes gradually flickering with violence.
In his eyes, this group of demonic disciples was no different from the people of the Northern Myanmar family.
"Who are you, kid?"
A burly middle-aged man suddenly shouted coldly.
"Who cares who he is, he came here and killed our brothers. He's definitely up to no good. Let's take him down first!"
Sun Zhe didn't speak, he just raised his hand slightly.
Suddenly, crackling noises erupted from all directions in the void, as if invisible fireworks were exploding.
Black lightning flashed chaotically in the void like slender insects, as if the space was slashed into cracks.
Suddenly, one of the black bolts condensed into a blade, and under Sun Zhe's Divine Sense control, it instantly flew into the crowd.
"Ah—!"
A piercing scream suddenly spread among the crowd.
