Storm

"Hahahaha!"

Monkey clutched his stomach at the sight of that and burst into laughter, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Was that three breaths?"

"He came out as soon as he went in."

"Golden Hair, you were way too fast…"

The Golden Lion finally realized that he was set up upon hearing the laughter of monkey and the others as he glared at them begrudgingly.

However, he could not blame others for this either - he was the one that asked for it.

The Golden Lion gazed at Night Spirit's back with a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes!

This man was way too frightening!

Earlier on in the cultivation room, Night Spirit suppressed him within a single round!

Furthermore, the Golden Lion could clearly sense that if they weren't sworn brothers, it would have been an ice-cold corpse that was stuck on the iron door!

"How is this a cub? This is a devil!"

The Golden Lion wanted to cry.