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