After deacon Zhang finished his words, the ten young men standing beside him stared at Wang Xian with hatred in their eyes. Their eyes were filled with killing intent.
These ten young men made the seven white-haired middle-aged men beside them slightly curious. They turned their heads and looked over. Their eyes were filled with astonishment.
Crippled? Those ten disciples of the puppet immortal sect were actually crippled!
“Hehe, these ten disciples of your puppet immortal sect are causing trouble in my restaurant. If I don’t cripple him, who else would i Cripple?”
Wang Xian swept his gaze across the group and said faintly.
“Hehe!”
When deacon Zhang heard Wang Xian’s words, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. He said coldly, “Then do you know that they are disciples of our puppet immortal sect? How dare they cripple Our Disciples in our territory? I think you are courting death!”
“So what if they are crippled? So what!”
