After hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Zhao Rong nodded: "Rest assured, junior brother. The people of Qian Yuan Holy Land are not to be bullied by any stray cats or dogs."
Chen Nan chuckled coldly: "Are you insulting your junior brother, saying he's even worse than stray cats or dogs?"
"You!"
Zhao Rong pointed at Chen Nan: "What kind of hero resorts to verbal sparring? Watch how I teach you a lesson!"
"You think you're worthy of discussing heroism with me?"
"Hmph, you're going to die!"
In his fury, Zhao Rong punched towards Chen Nan's face.
Chen Nan swept his sleeve, deploying the Qiankun Great Shifting. A blast of Gang Wind redirected Zhao Rong's punch to the side, sending one of his followers flying tens of meters away. The follower hit the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, flipped his eyes, and fainted.
Zhao Rong's face changed drastically. He never expected that his punch would miss Chen Nan and end up hurting his own people instead.
