Jiang Yiming suddenly changed his words, and there seemed to be some killing intent in his words as he continued, "Since I can crush that third-rank force, the Huoyun Sect, what do we have to be afraid of against a fourth-rank sect?"
Hearing this, the few disciples' bodies trembled.
"If the Zhenlei Sect won't let go of this matter, then I'll have no choice but to move my body!"
"Master! If you give us your permission, you won't even need to make a move! We can just go to their sect and clean them up!" The eldest disciple suddenly stood up.
The abrupt action pulled on his injuries today, and although he was saying vicious words, his face was twisted to hide the pain.
When the other disciples saw the comical appearance of their eldest senior brother, they couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, hey! What are you laughing at?! Don't you have any respect for seniority?"