In front of the gate of Lijing Garden, Liang Hongyuan was frantically shouting.
Wu Zhenfan, who had hurried over upon hearing the noise, stared at the luxurious assembly before him, dumbfounded.
This...
What are they trying to do?
"Son of a bitch!"
Yan Nanfei arrived at the same time, his eyes ablaze with fervent battle intent, "Liang Hongyuan, I'm giving you one chance, scram right now, or don't blame me for not being polite."
He was born for battle, how could he possibly fear it?
In fact, the more formidable the opponents, the more excited he became.
"Yan Nanfei, Wu Zhenfan!"
Liang Hongyuan, confident with the support of nine Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses behind him, unabashedly declared, "This has nothing to do with you, scram, or bear the consequences!"
He had the advantage. What was there to fear?
Even before his arrival, he had already taken these two men into account.