"Heh, heh, when Heaven and Earth return to the void, under the infinite calamity fire, all laws and paths have turned to ash. Even if you are an Upper Pure Disciple, so what? You are no more than a tiny ant, a mere Upper Pure Disciple. The disciples of Upper Pure Saint are as numerous as cattle, and there are thousands upon thousands of sects under them. As a mere Qi Cultivator, not even qualified to be entered into the 'True Name List,' how dare you call yourself an Upper Pure Disciple?" The voice of the man in black was full of disdain: "Moreover, even if the Upper Pure Saint were here, I would not fear."
The man's voice grew empty as he continued, "Who is this Upper Pure Saint? Why do I not fear him?"
At this moment, the arm of Zhang Chen holding the Crystal Stone was completely shrouded by the black robe, generating a black sleeve that wrapped around his arm, and Zhang Chen had completely lost sensation in that arm.
