Drunk Lotus' words, had made the faces of the men from the Qing Yun Clan turn white as sheets. The disciple that was now a pile of mashed up flesh and bones on the ground might not have been their best fighter, but he had the most powerful fists among them. He had prided himself on his mighty fists but those very fists had been utterly crushed and his bones shattered by the youth with a single punch to them! They could not even imagine, just how incredibly strong the youth's punches were!
All of them possessed at least a green leveled spirit and none of them dared to face up to those fists.
But, Jun Wu Xie's command had been given. There was nowhere to hide, as Drunk Lotus would not allow that to happen!
Drunk Lotus had turned his eyes on another disciple of the Qing Yun Clan. A chill ran up his spine and he started screaming. "Kill him! Senior Wen! Make your move! NOW!!"
