Zhu Fei and Li Zhen turned their heads to look.
Not far from them, a middle-aged man dressed in gray robes, embroidered with a round moon, was looking at them with a face full of murderous intent.
His body surged with mana, influencing the surrounding void to the point where it seemed on the verge of shattering—indeed, he was a Cultivator of Harmonization Perfection!
"Young man, dare to touch my Moon God Sect Disciples, and you might as well kill yourself," he said, "otherwise, once I make my move, things won't be so simple for you."
After saying this, the gray-robed man didn't glance at Zhu Fei again, instead turning to look at Li Zhen and Guo Weiwei, his tone chillingly cold, "As for you two, I will cripple your cultivation, plant prohibitions within you, and throw you into the world of mortals' revelries, to endure the assaults of mortal men for life. This is the punishment for daring to defy the demands of a Moon God Sect disciple!"
