"Don't be impulsive!"
The Artifact Spirit frantically shook the bottle, causing waves of turmoil in the Sea of Consciousness.
Han Yu merely glanced at the ruins, veins bulging with rage.
Beneath the broken walls and debris, no figures could be seen; everything had been buried.
The Artifact Spirit was truly frightened; the other side didn't notice the Taoist being chased like a grandson being beaten.
This kind of opponent dares to be reckless?
Even if he wants to die, this isn't the way.
"You can bully someone at the Initial Realm, and it's not a problem to beat an Entering the Dao cultivator, but you're not even clear about Walking the Dao cultivators now!"
Even Lei Wang and the others couldn't win, let alone against such a terrifying cultivator.
"But... he killed my cousin!"
Han Yu gritted his teeth; his friends weren't many, and Mo Xiuwen was definitely one of his closest.
They met in humble beginnings, and had faced life and death together numerous times.
