"Ninth Mountain's Colonel!"
"You're pushing it too far!"
"Do you want the whole city to know you're no longer at the Ninth Mountain? If certain people knew, there would be nobody to protect your troops."
"Many are itching to take action against you!"
The "Western Regions Saintess" screeched, akin to the jarring sound of a knife scraping glass, tinged with a hysteria.
At this moment, her clothing was shattered by Chen Yuan's punch, leaving large areas of "spring light" exposed to the crowd below.
The gasps and exclamations were like daggers piercing the heart of this "Western Regions Saintess."
The humiliation was maddening!
Amidst the sharp cries, her eyes beneath the bronze mask turned as dark as ink, like whirlpools of an abyss, with blood-red light points flickering inside as the blood-colored pupils fixed upon Chen Yuan, who was commanding the Five Thunders, eyes shooting Divine Light, fists pounding fiercely.
