C208 Who do you think you are?
Who the hell are you?
Outside of Apothecary Guild, resentment boiled up.
Hundreds of the cultivator s who were looking to buy Pure Yang Pill all started cursing as they vented the anger in their hearts.
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes. With a flip of his palm, a white bone whip appeared in his hand.
Without another word, he raised his hand and lashed out