“Yo… you… you!!!”
Zheng-Fu's words were like pouring oil on a small fire, causing it to erupt into a raging bonfire many times larger than before. The faces of the three became twisted and terrifying. If looks could kill, Zheng-Fu would have perished on the spot.
“Goo… good! Since that’s what you want, be prepared!” Die-Long was the first to speak. When Zheng-Fu made his challenge, Die-Long immediately responded.
Flap!!!
Woosh!!! Woosh!!! Woosh!!!
As Die-Long raised his hand to signal, three shadowy figures appeared at his side, their expressions filled with displeasure and anger as they glared at Zheng-Fu. These three were highly skilled martial masters at the sixth level of the Divine Emperor stage, guards that Die-Long had brought with him.
Flap!!!
Woosh!!! Woosh!!!