"You..."
The leader of the youths flew into a rage.
As a disciple of East Peak Mountain, he had never suffered such humiliation before.
"Pick it up!" He said through gritted teeth. His expression was twisted and ferocious.
Tang Hao glanced at him coldly and continued to throw the bottles on the ground. After that, he dusted his hands and walked away. "Pick it up yourself, or whatever!" He sneered.
"You bastard!"
"You have a death wish!"
The disciples of East Peak Mountain were about to explode in anger. Their faces were flushed red as they shouted angrily.
One of the disciples could not hold it in. He took large strides forward and aimed his palm at Tang Hao's back. His eyes were brimming with killing intent.
Seeing that, everyone around was shocked.
"Be careful, Brother Tang!"
Zhao Liu and the others cried out.
