Power of the Dragon (3)

“What a disgrace!! You piece of shit!!”

Thwattt!!

As Wang Biao was crawling with two hands and two feet. Tao Mu scowled and flicked his foot at Wang Biao’s chin!! Wang Biao flew out of the training ground and lost his consciousness immediately.

Tao Mu was shaking from burning rage. His two followers brought disgrace upon the Shadow Demon Sect. The man glared at Leng San.

“Brilliant, Young Master Leng!! It is my sect’s fault for allowing two pieces of shit to participate in the match!!”

“Brother Mu, you’ve gone too far. They weren’t weak at all,” Leng San grinned.

“Ohhhh, Young Master Leng, you’re saying that you’re just too strong, am I correct?”

“Correct!! Brother Tao, how many eggs do you think it would take to create a crack in an ancient stone? Well, you’re just an egg that is a bit larger than the first two eggs.”

Tao Mu’s expression grew grim from being taunted.

“You’re quite the prodigy when it comes to taunting other people!! Congratulations!! You’ve succeeded!!”