Watching Lin Mo and Zhou Xinyue leave the Holy Medicine Pavilion, Cheng Yang clenched his fists hard, but eventually loosened his grip, realizing he wasn't completely confident in easily defeating that woman.
"Damn it, so arrogant and yet dares to cause a disturbance at my Holy Medicine Pavilion?" At this moment, Hua Zheng, who was lying on the ground, had already stood up, clutching his chest and looking towards the door with a venomous gaze.
"What exactly is that guy, being so arrogant?" Feng Yuchun frowned with a willow leaf eyebrow.
"He doesn't even regard the Holy Medicine Pavilion and our Heavenly Beak Martial Arts Hall!" Another disciple, Wu Peng, remarked coldly.
Clearly, these few individuals were quite displeased with Lin Mo's insolent attitude.
"What exactly is that person's identity?" Cheng Yang frowned and asked coldly.
