Jiang Chen chuckled, "Whether I am or not, what's left of your people can do nothing to us now?"
Jiang Chen pointed to the alliance masters lying all over the ground, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Lu Chan the Ancestor sneered repeatedly, "In this Eternal Divine Capital, I can easily summon ten thousand masters. These few thousand warriors are just temporarily incapacitated. The Xiahou Clan has the antidote for the Windcloud Soul-dissipating Powder. Unless you belong to the Xiahou Clan!"
"What if we are from the Xiahou Clan?" Jiang Chen smirked ambiguously.
At this, Lu Chan the Ancestor's face subtly changed, and he instinctively moved a few steps away, deliberately distancing himself from Xiahou Zhen.
If this group was truly from the Xiahou Clan, then the situation would become troublesome.
