The brave fatty, oppressing others with his power

The hall on the second floor had become noisy because of Fatty's sudden attack.

The foreign cultivators 'companions were all awoken by the sudden change and pounced forward in unison.

Their companion had been ambushed by the fatty in front of them and seemed to be seriously injured, so they naturally had to come forward to rescue him.

"A few B * stards, you actually dare to besiege me, you're really looking for death!"

The fat man was slightly apprehensive about the black muzzles, but he wasn't so polite to the alien cultivators who were charging at him.

That fat body didn't have any effect on Fatty's movements at all. On the contrary, it was frighteningly agile.

A non-human cultivator who had rushed in front of the fat man was punched in the stomach by the fat man, and his body was sent flying four or five meters away.

"Crack!"

The foreign cultivator crashed into a table and shattered it into pieces. He knelt on the ground and vomited blood.