The return of the strong, domineering

If it was 20 years ago, master cui wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of the two guardians of the Ling family. But now, it was different.

Ling Xuantong and Ling xuanqin were severely injured back then, and even a few alchemy Saints couldn't do anything about their injuries. They were no different from disabled people after all these years. In addition, he had already advanced to the God-level, so he didn't care about them at all.

"Pa!" Before he could finish his sentence, a loud slap landed on his face. Ling xuanqin casually waved his hand.

"You ... You ..." The head of the cui clan was dizzy from this slap, and his mind was in a daze. He was a divine level expert, but he didn't even have the chance to Dodge Ling xuanqin's slap.