Someone from a low-level martial plane actually said that the Jindao Sect was trash?
"You…" Mu Feng snapped out of his daze. He smiled coldly and swung his saber. "You're just a lowly ant. What right do you have to belittle my sect?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Chen struck. His five fingers grabbed the incoming Primordial Chaos-grade saber, and a ball of blazing demonic fire burst forth from his fingertips, crushing the Primordial Chaos-grade artifact. Then, he grabbed Mu Feng and smashed him into the ground as if he was holding a toy!
Mu Feng was completely stunned!
He wanted to retaliate, but he realized that he was powerless to do so.
How was this possible?
At this moment, he felt that the young man in front of him was like an insurmountable mountain!
This had to be an illusion!
"Young man, even if your father came, he wouldn't be qualified to call me an ant, let alone you!"
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
