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"You scoundrel, can you shut your damn mouth?!"
Seeing Su Han approaching on the water bridge, Peng Lei glared viciously at Lii Sheng, his face showing furious anger.
"If you dare to provoke him again, I'll cripple you first, you jerk!"
"None of the pinnacle disciples from the Flowing Snow Sect have come out yet, why should Elder Peng fear him?" Lii Sheng frowned.
Peng Lei had targeted him time and again, beating and scolding him, Lii Sheng had had enough.
After all, Lii Sheng was also an elder of the Flowing Snow Sect. In terms of status, although he was not as high as Peng Lei, he was still an elder, only with a lower cultivation base.
But in Peng Lei's eyes, Lii Sheng felt as though he was no more than an ant, to be beaten or scolded as Peng Lei pleased, especially in front of so many disciples. Lii Sheng could no longer bear it.
"Do you take the Sect Master's words for farts?!"
