Shang Yuntao's eyes narrowed slightly. His body suddenly emitted a dangerous aura.
"Good, very good!"
Shang Yuntao laughed instead in extreme anger. He was a dignified Divine Realm martial artist, and had a respected status even in the Freelance Cultivators Union. Although he was not like Zhang Zifeng, who felt that he was a high and mighty deity who could look down on all living beings, he never thought that a mere Metamorphic Realm martial artist would dare to disrespect him.
At this moment, Lin Feng was not giving him any face at all. At this moment, Shang Yuntao even developed a killing intent. As a martial artist who stayed at the frontline all year round to fight dire beasts, Shang Yuntao was far from someone charitable.
