"Which scoundrel, hurry up and tally these points, you're delaying this young master's business! Watch out for your dog leg!" Leng Kang impatiently cursed, his knife-like gaze sweeping in all directions.
Given the heated situation, it was only because they couldn't start a fight here; otherwise, Leng Kang would likely have given that person who still hadn't tallied the points a beating.
The martial artists present were not fools, and one by one, their gazes followed the silver-haired Chen Pi, Grand Steward of Shuili Island.
At the same time, Ye Zhen strolled leisurely from the virtual void of Shangdan Building.
"Young Palace Master Leng, such great prestige. I'm curious, how did my legs become dog legs in your mouth?" Ye Zhen said with a face full of displeasure.
Earlier, he found the crowd bothersome and was waiting to come down. He was just about to descend when Leng Kang started insulting him.
