In the ravines, Lin Zifeng was covered in mud, with a few drops of blood at the corner of his mouth. The chiseled contours of his face showed not only fear but also a hint of... hatred!
That's right, hatred! With that throw just now, Lin Zifeng could feel the great force exerted by the mysterious old man. If it were an ordinary person, or someone below the Saint Peak, their bones would have been shattered by that impact!
However, even so, Lin Zifeng was injured, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. He stood up among the thick dust in the ravine, glaring at the slowly approaching mysterious old man, and gritted his teeth, "May I know who you are, elder!? Why did you strike so ruthlessly upon our first meeting!?"
The mysterious old man unexpectedly let out a cold laugh upon hearing, and mockingly said, "Who am I? With your cultivation, you shouldn't be unaware of the taboos of the Heavenly Dragon Valley. You barged in recklessly, and this elder intervened. What's wrong with that!?"
