Origin Of Hate

"You dare?!"

A figure shot out from the audience seats as the arm-attached Blue Dragon fell to the ground, everyone was still perplexed by what just happened, but he almost reacted instantly!

"Nooo!"

Bang!

Just as Miyoung's shout resounded in the field, the dust had already exploded to cover the stage. She was both surprised and elated to see that Geochin had grown this strong, gaining more than just the ability to fend for himself, but why did he have to go that far now?

Although not completely, she knew about the pain that they caused. However, the timing was wrong! Taking revenge under everyone's eyes was like taking a shot at death!

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Elder Jang, I implore you not to forget where you are standing right now."

When the smoke finally settled, a senior Daoist was gently holding the wrist of the attacker. Even then, rage was still flickering in his eyes, the one who had just lost his arm was his son!

"Did you not just see what he did?!"