With a hand that could cover the sky, running rampant and unscrupulous, Barbaric Arhat was hailed as the Underground Fist King.
At this moment, like a dead dog with a broken spine, he was lifted high above Yang Fei's head, strutting out with swagger.
And in front of Yang Fei was a group of people fleeing in panic, crawling and rolling away.
This group of ruthless people, usually like jackals, terrified others, yet at this moment, they were not even as good as stray dogs.
Looking at the indescribable fear on their faces.
The onlookers couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying ordeal they had encountered in that bathroom.
Yang Fei threw the gigantic body of Barbaric Arhat onto the ground with a bang.
He glanced around coldly.
"I know many in your group are people from the Four Gates."
"If you want my life, come at me. Just make sure to weigh your own skills first; I'm too lazy to bother."
