Shen Lang rolled his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "What do we do? What else can we do! You all are going to get me killed—hey, you, get over here!"
He beckoned to the brocade-robed young man.
"No, no, no, I can't do it! My cultivation is only at the Initial Tier of the Qi Martial Realm. Even if you make me drink a Giant Potion, I still can't beat an Iron Corpse!" The brocade-robed young man was on the verge of tears.
'This bastard must be getting revenge, revenge for my earlier disrespect!'
'Damn it, he wants me to drink a Giant Potion and then go all-out against an Iron Corpse. That's like a three-year-old facing a giant. At best, I'll just turn into a four-year-old. Still just a little brat, aren't I? He might as well just cut me down and be done with it!'
