"Brother Mao Yongrui, if you don't go, I'll go first." The young man wearing the red defense armor said to the young man in the golden robe in the middle.
The young man in the golden robe smiled and said, "Brother Fan, please."
The young man dressed in red defense armor snorted lightly. His red spear spun, and a red right of fire smashed towards the few young men who were fighting in front of him.
The few people who currently snatching the embroidery ball were not ordinary people. They were all experts as well. They would not be scared away just because the young man with red defense armor let out a cry. Instead, they each carried their own weapons and charged at the young man with the red defense armor.
"What a bunch of overconfident fellows." The young man with red defense armor said with disdain as he waved the red spear in his hand continuously.
Numerous powerful fire dragon roared as they smashed towards the few people who were charging over.
