Chapter 1130: Better Set Up A Martial Competition Stage

Ju Wufei's lips curled into a sinister sneer, his gaze fixed on Lu Zhuo and Gu Ling as well as the Barbarian God Sect disciples on the ground below. These disciples were like little lambs stripped off their protective shells. All of a sudden, Ju Wufei attacked. His palms struck out, sending two giant palm imprints whizzing through the air. In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhuo and Gu Ling were hurled back without any power to resist. Thunderous rumbles shook the air as Lu Zhuo and Gu Ling's...