Don't Smile… I Might Just Throw You Out

There was blood trickling from the corner of Xiao Yue's mouth and his handsome face had become slightly ghastly. However, he was still forcing himself to smile as he looked at Bu Fang.

"Owner Bu, someone is causing trouble in the store… Are you going to intervene?"

Hun Qianduan, whose face was as white as paper, looked toward Xiao Yue as if he was looking at a madman, while thinking, "This fellow… Is he injured in the head? What kind of nonsense is he spouting? There's two seventh grade Battle-Saints right outside! What is he trying to do by asking the owner of a store for help?"

"Have you gone mad?! Cough… This guy is only a Battle-Maniac. Do you really think he can help us?" Hun Qianduan was coughing blood as he shook his head in despair and said.

This time, the nine great sects had really suffered an immense loss. At least half of their experts were killed during the rescue operation. They did not expect that Ji Changfeng would be that vicious!