Chen?
And bastard?
Doesn't that mean I'm an old bastard?
These thoughts flickered through his mind, and Chen Yao immediately got angry, couldn't hold back, and erupted on the spot...
"Roar!"
"You blind old beast, who are you cursing here?"
"Boom!"
"Puff..."
Before the words even fell, Chen Yao stood up, raised his hand and struck Zhao Sansheng with a palm, turning him into a mist of blood, dispersing into the void.
Poor guy was chatting and laughing just a second ago, but in the blink of an eye, not a trace of him remained, and he didn't even know how he died, truly enough to feel stifled.
Everything happened too suddenly; no one expected Chen Yao to strike out of the blue, causing Long Cangtian, Long Zhiling, and the twenty odd Long Family guards behind them inside the hall to be dumbfounded.
Each of them gaped, with a dazed expression on their faces, even their eyes turned vacant, as if they had seen a ghost...
"You, you... what do you mean?"
