Jiang Ranran shrieked silently and shrunk back as she looked at the tall and muscular old man walking over.
When the old man was on the stage, she did not feel much from him. But now that he was standing before her, she only felt a terrifying sense of pressure enveloping her. This kind of pressure was not based on the size of the person before her. Rather, it felt more like the kind of pressure one would feel standing before their superior after making a mistake at work!
"Elder, please calm down, our elder brother is not good with his words, so I hope you do not take it to heart!" Ji Wuxie hurriedly stepped forward and apologized.
"Get lost! He knows that he's not good with words but he still chose to speak? Little fellow, you just said that you could beat 10 of me with a single arm? I dare you to say that again!"
Xia Bantian gulped angrily from his gourd and snorted, causing a mist of alcohol to fly outwards onto Bei Feng's body.