Peerless Taoist

In his impression, the Imperial Court was the most respected place.    

This was the military city of the government, and it was surrounded by the army. Even if Leng Wuxiang had the cultivation level, it would not be easy to settle the matter here.    

Leng Wuxiang frowned and said lightly, "Looks like you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. I will spare your life. It's because I don't want to cause trouble for my master, not because I'm afraid of the people around you. It's not because of where I am, do you understand? "    

Han Jinyu was shocked when he heard that.    

Leng Wuxiang had already shown enough strength when he entered the capital. It was very likely that he was a Mysterious Immortal Realm expert.    

However, there was clearly a lord in his mouth. Could he be someone else's follower?    

What kind of person was able to make such an expert willingly become a servant?    

Han Jinyu was afraid at this moment.    

However, all of a sudden, this fear turned into a form of humiliation.    

Because of his father's background, he was able to do whatever he wanted in the trial. There was nothing he could be afraid of.    

However, now that he had run over aggressively, he had returned in defeat. This caused his pride that he had always been proud of to be unable to endure.    

"Leng Wuxiang, very good! Very good! You are indeed an expert, but remember, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a cult leader. In front of the Imperial Court, you are nothing. When I return, I will report it to the Imperial Court. Sooner or later, your Supreme Church will be arrogant because of you. Pay the price! The price! Yes!" Han Jinyu snorted coldly and said ruthlessly.    

"Not good!"    

When he heard Han Jinyu say so, the grey-robed old man at the side was greatly alarmed and hurriedly said, "Young Master, let's not talk about it anymore. Quickly go back."    

He was too clearly aware of the character of his Young Master. He'd lived a luxurious life since he was young, and he'd never suffered a loss.    

Even if he'd really kicked an iron board now, he was still unwilling to admit his mistake, and he still wanted to ridicule him once more.    

However, the target of his ridicule was clearly wrong.    

Leng Wuxiang was Demonic Cultivator to begin with. He would never spoil others.    

Not to mention, Leng Wuxiang relied on his own strength to become a Mysterious Immortal expert. He was much stronger than Han Jinyu, who relied on his father's background to be arrogant.    

"Am I going to give you some face and make you think that any Tom, Dick, and Cat can be impudent in front of me?" Leng Wuxiang shouted loudly. The magical power in his palm surged wildly, and he slapped in the direction of Han Jinyu!    

Leng Wuxiang did not care whose son Han Jinyu was.    

There was no Lu Yu to care about right now. Leng Wuxiang was originally a Devil Dao cultivator. His palm descended from the sky and struck down in the direction of Han Jinyu!    

"Young master, get out of the way!"    

When the two old men saw this scene, they immediately jumped into the sky, trying to block the huge palm of energy that fell from the sky.    

Bang! Bang!    

Just as the two of them jumped into the air, they immediately came into contact with the magical energy palms. Following two muffled explosions, the two old men spat out blood at the same time and flew out.    

They could be considered to be quite strong, but compared to Leng Wuxiang, there was still a huge gap.    

Looking at it, the enormous magical energy palm print that blotted out the sky and covered the sun was about to land.    

At the critical moment, a sharp cold light suddenly flew over from afar, directly piercing through the huge palm print in front of him.