Chapter 32: You're a Songstress, Aren't You? So Much for "Might Makes Right

"Celestveil Primeval Sect? Never heard of it." A rough, amused laugh came from the side, instantly drawing every gaze nearby. "Who the hell was that? Which blind bastard dares insult my Celestveil Primeval Sect?!" "Hummm." Before the scar-faced man could even react, a fist imprint blazing with golden light slammed down like a falling mountain and crashed into his chest. In the blink of an eye, that servant, a cultivator at the Soul Sea Seventh Level, exploded. Flesh and bone scattered across...