Chương 1570: He is Lu Ming

Lu Ming's words made everyone from the heavenly God sect look extremely ugly.

"What? He actually stole someone else's tablet? You are indeed a disciple of the tianshen sect. It's so embarrassing. Such a sect can actually be as famous as my Dragon God Valley. I spit!"

A deep voice resounded. It was Tian Chui.

Since the last treasure auction, the relationship between Dragon God Valley and tianshen sect had worsened. Now that he had the opportunity, Tian Chui naturally wanted to ridicule them.

nonsense! Brat, you dare to slander my Tian Shen sect. Today, I will make you beg for death!

The burly man at the peak of the seventh level Martial Emperor realm roared and stepped forward. He clawed with his hand and a huge khaki hand formed in the sky, grabbing toward Lu Ming.

A small knife appeared in Lu Ming's hand. It was the knife he used to carve the statue.

Whoosh!

Lu Ming threw the knife.