"What?"
Guo Wenzhan's face darkened, assuming Xu Yang was mocking him. Instantly enraged, the barbarian markings on his skin flared up, and a wild, scorching aura surged violently.
"I think you'd better look around first before you speak."
Xu Yang really couldn't hold back anymore.
Guo Wenzhan's expression changed ever so slightly; instinctively, he glanced back—and his face turned deathly pale in an instant!
Seven people were staring at him like hungry tigers eyeing their prey!
Leading them was a terrifying young man, a cultivation base at the Middle Stage of Yang Realm—same as him, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart shudder and sense danger!
And the other six—at the very least, every one of them was Middle Stage Yang Realm, some were even Late Stage!
Fuck!
When did they get here?
Guo Wenzhan's scalp tingled; he hadn't noticed a damn thing!
What kind of ghost story is this!
"Barbarian Race prodigy?"
"Looks more like an idiot to me!"
