บท 1197: Great Primal Chaos Technique

Jiang Chen's approach toward the Ancient Race had never changed, and since he had witnessed the Ancient Race and Alien Clans' slaughter in the Nine Heavens Realm's imperial household, he had taken a firm decision.

After Lu Ping dealt with the Jialan Clan's warriors, he pointed his sword at their male leader.

Upon meeting Lu Ping's ice-cold eyes, that man turned around decisively without uttering a single word and started trying to escape. However, how could his movement speed be faster than Lu Ping's sword?

"You should stop him, or else our master will vent his anger on you, and no one among you can shirk responsibility from this matter," the Jialan Clan's man shouted loudly.

The onlookers looked at each other in dismay, and they were all astounded by this.

"The epic-grade Jialan Clan can rival sanctity-grade continents' factions and mustn't be rashly offended."

"If we end up offending them, the consequences will be unimaginable."