Wu Tianxiong snorted coldly, "Matters concerning my Thief Sect are none of your concern!"
He suddenly stepped forward, his imposing aura surging, his gaze as sharp as a blade, "Boy, I give you two choices—either break your own arms and kneel to apologize; or..."
Before he could finish, Chen Nan suddenly laughed, "Or what? Make you lie on the ground next to your disciple?"
The audience was in an uproar!
No one expected that facing the Sect Leader of the Thief Sect, this young man would dare to be so arrogant!
"Arrogant!"
Wu Tianxiong roared thunderously, his voice shockingly caused the crystal chandelier to sway slightly!
His aura erupted abruptly, his gray robe fluttering without wind, with a faint sound of wind and thunder between the flapping sleeves!
As his palms crossed, even the surrounding air became piercingly cold — it was precisely the Thief Sect's legendary martial technique, the Netherworld Palm!
