When Fang Yu jumped straight to the ground from the second floor and walked out of the concert hall, he couldn't help but be startled... Since when had he become so bold? Daring to speak to such an unfathomable opponent and even tease them.
Looking at the huge hole destroyed by Nangong Ziwei, he still gasped in shock.
"Could it be... Nangong Ziwei has broken through to the Saint Rank?"
Fang Yu slapped his forehead and mocked himself, "You're damn not the Dragon Emperor anymore, stop looking down on others with the Dragon Emperor's attitude, you just happened to catch them in a good mood. If you're not careful and get smacked to death by someone's slap, there's nowhere to even cry... I will avenge the Dragon Emperor's grudge, and I will take back what belongs to me one by one! But if you want to come back to life, to replace me... Sorry, that's not going to happen."
He then left.
Lifting his head, he glanced at the night sky.
And then sent a message to Chen Daotian:
