"Presumptuous!" Yan Xianghui of the Cultivation Five Tigers abruptly stood up from his chair.
Boom!
The massive iron gate was split in two by his hands, and not only he, but all present cultivators clearly saw a tall and robust man standing calmly before the door.
His physique, with one hand in his pocket, instantly made Yan Xianghui of the Cultivation Five Tigers recognize him.
"Shen Qiang! It's actually you, you bastard!"
Upon hearing this, the numerous cultivators were astonished.
Not only did their gaze fixate on Shen Qiang, but they also scrutinized him from top to bottom.
"It seems, perhaps it's really him!" an elderly man said seriously, "Aside from not being able to see the face clearly, the height and cultivation match."
"Seems? It is him!"
"It's Shen Qiang!"
Amidst their clamoring, Shen Qiang raised his hand and removed the mask from his face, revealing his true identity to the shock of everyone present.
