Yang Luo naturally didn't have any good feelings toward the people of Yaochi Holy Land!
But those bastards captured his senior sister—absolutely unforgivable!
The pressure and aura spreading from Yang Luo's body surged to a terrifying extreme!
On the scene, aside from Jian Zixu and Jian Yanjin who could barely withstand it—
No one else could bear it; they felt as if ten million mountains were pressing down on them, to the point they could hardly breathe!
Jian Zixu hurriedly said, "Little Friend Yang, please calm your anger!
Right now, our top priority is to figure out the situation at Yaochi Holy Land and rush people over to rescue them!"
"I understand!"
Yang Luo took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fire in his heart, and lifted his eyes to the disciples who had gone to gather intelligence.
The eight disciples didn't even dare meet Yang Luo's gaze, their whole bodies trembling in fright.
Though Yang Luo looked young, he was a bona fide Immortal Venerable.
