Baru never expected that Zhao Letian, merely a man of the True Martial Seventh Realm, would dare to talk back to him. It was simply a matter of life and death, such an ant he could squash with just a slap.
"What I said, you heard very clearly."
Zhao Letian's body surged with True Yuan power, and his brown beast-skin robe rustled loudly, fearlessly withstanding the oppressive aura from Baru as he coldly spoke.
"Seeking death."
Baru coldly shouted, taking a step forward, his speed astonishingly fast, instantly arriving in front of Zhao Letian, and smashed down his fist covered with golden Scale Armor without any Primordial Energy fluctuations, intending to kill Zhao Letian directly with just his physical strength.
"Hmph."
Zhao Letian snorted coldly, his palm instantly manifesting metallically hard Black Scale Armor without any fear, and he threw a punch upwards.
