This Ship Is Not Something You Can Get On

"Can you even defeat this dog?"

Bu Fang's voice was extremely bland. There wasn't any fluctuation in his voice at all. It was as if he was asking a question of no importance.

Bu Fang's question was extremely straightforward.

When everyone heard it, a weird expression appeared on their faces. They sucked in a cold breath.

The silver-armored man was stunned. He tilted his head and glanced at the fat dog which was sleeping soundly on the Netherworld Ship. He fell into silence. In the next moment, many black lines appeared on his forehead.

He narrowed his eyes and coldly looked at Bu Fang. A sneer appeared on his face.

"Are you insulting me? Using a dog to insult this commander… What are you trying to say?"

Han Li was, after all, a commander in the Pill Palace. He was an expert at the pinnacle of the Supreme-Being Realm. He broke through five of the Supreme-Being shackles and his inner qi and blood were surging wildly.