Zhang Shiyu, who was having trouble standing, leaned against the wall and said harshly.
"Damn, Uncle, how can you join those despicable people?" Zhang Shiyu glared at Zhang Kong, who looked at her indifferently. They were blood-related; he was her biological uncle.
"You don't know anything. I have seen the true power of the elder of the Black Church, and recently he has gained some bizarre power that made him even more formidable. I don't think that even if a group of Pure Core Realm cultivators ganged up on him, they could defeat him," Zhang Kong said in a serious voice.
Wu Junhao and the others who heard his words had their pupils shrink to the size of needles.
"Impossible! What kind of power could he have gained? You're delusional. He must have lied to you, Granduncle," Wu Jing replied.
