Zhou Yuling met Wen Qingye's palm with one of her own. Her body trembled as a shockwave of Primordial Qi blasted outward. She staggered back several steps, gritted her teeth, and snarled, "Wen Qingye, you'll die of exhaustion sooner or later! Why bother struggling?"
Wen Qingye stood tall, a nonchalant smile on his face. "Aren't all of you just after this Exotic Treasure? Why the sanctimonious act? It's a shame there's only one."
Hearing Wen Qingye's words, the crowd realized he was right. Weren't they all here for the Exotic Treasure? And what would happen after Wen Qingye was brutally killed? At this thought, they all began to secretly guard against one another.
Just then, Lin Zijun flipped through the air and appeared behind Wen Qingye, thrusting a palm strike toward the center of his back. The attack carried the force of a thunderbolt, its power astonishing.
Everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.
"Watch out!" Yann Chuxue couldn't help but scream.
