The Loser Will Die!

"Old man, if you dare to stop me, I'll send you to hell today!"

Chu Feng's tone was indifferent.

It was as if he was narrating a trivial matter.

But to Elder Mo, these words sounded extremely sarcastic.

Ever since he became a grandmaster in internal energy, it had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like that.

Not to mention being arrogant enough to challenge him.

Let alone a junior.

"Arrogant! Ridiculous!"

Elder Mo sneered.

"Little bastard, don't be arrogant! Even if I take Yi'er away, what can you do to me?!"

Chu Feng was expressionless. His expression was still indifferent as he muttered, "Nothing much. I'll just kill you."

Elder Mo laughed in anger.

"Haha, good! Good job! Are the juniors nowadays already arrogant to such an extent? Little Bastard! Don't tell me that you really think you have the strength to go against me just because you can break through the golden curtain?"