Ye Fengsheng stood hand in hand: "Don't say you are the nameless Jiuzhen Palace. Even a world-shattering entity like Broken Vein Mountain wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in front of me. It's not easy for you to practice. Quickly retreat and spare your life. I'll say it again, if you dare delay my mistake, I'll pull your tendons from your bones!"
"Such bravery!"
Zhou Yuansong immediately cursed: "Do you ignorant kids know the heights of heaven and the depths of earth? How could the Jiuzheng Dragon be insulted by your young generation?"
Accompanied by a deafening thunder, a skinny black shadow shot through the ground crack straight at the direction of Ye Fengsheng's voice.
This was enough to shame oneself. Now, when the teachers are shamed by others, who would be willing to accept it among those who still have some sense of bloody pride?
