"Get lost!"
Xie nianqing scolded coldly.
"What did you just say?"
Bing Leng's face darkened, and so did the sovereign of the land of Blood Sun.
"She told you to get lost, didn't you hear her?" Lu Ming said calmly.
"Brat, it's none of your business. Shut up!"
The heaven's favorite from the blood Sun continent shouted and slapped Lu Ming's face.
Pa!
A crisp sound was heard.
A person was staggering backward. It was not Lu Ming but the young man from the blood Sun continent.
A palm print appeared on his face, and one side of his face was swollen.
"You ... You ..."
He looked at Lu Ming with a dumbfounded look. He could not wrap his head around the situation.
He was the one who had attacked first, but Lu Ming had arrived first. His speed was shockingly fast and his palm slapped his face. His head was buzzing and he was completely dazed.
"How dare you, Lu Ming! Do you know that you dare to attack us? We are representing young master Lin!"
