At this moment, a fair-skinned foreign youth who had been standing behind Lin Mo stepped forward, but his face had already swollen like a pig's head; it was Qiao whom Lin Mo had just subdued.
"Old thing, how dare you insult my master lightly."
As Qiao spoke, he approached with a fierce expression, his gaze flashing with a bloody light.
Tang Haotian's face suddenly changed drastically. With his status, who dared to call him an old thing?
"I've been practicing Martial Arts since I was eight years old, wholeheartedly pursuing the peak of Martial Arts, with utmost sincerity. Recently, I've broken through the Emperor Extreme. Since you don't appreciate kindness, let me show you my strength. Besides, it's been a while since I exercised my muscles." As Tang Haotian spoke, a powerful aura emanated from him, nearly freezing the surrounding air.
"Heh heh, let me see what strength this old thing has."
