"Long Aotian, you're over the line! Believe it or not, once I surpass your skills, I'll be knocking you down every day!"
Having been kicked down like a stray dog, Zhang Fan was very angry.
What kind of senior brother is this?
Damn it, won't he get struck by lightning for treating his junior so poorly?
"Haha! Bring it on!" Long Aotian raised his hand, sticking up his middle finger at Zhang Fan.
Watching the commotion from Zhang Fan's side, a group from Feipulei was delighted.
Serves you right!
Little bastard!
However, they quickly began to arrange the retreat of the personnel involved in the battle.
Meanwhile, in a cave, Cheng Huashen and five others knelt on one knee on the ground, bowing their heads with an expression of utmost reverence!
In front of them stood a shadowy figure.
Dressed similarly to them.
The person was completely hidden within a black robe, except that the mask on his face wasn't black but red.
