Pang Miaosong's face turned an iron blue color with rage, her eyes boring daggers into Lu Bei, who, thick-skinned as always, took it all in and raised his hand, gesturing for her to proceed.
Just then, a roar of laughter erupted from the crowd as a figure, as solid as a tower, leaped onto the ring.
This body structure about him screamed of raw power and strength making him seem like a bear; someone who you could easily picture with a person standing atop each fist, yep, that's just the type of figure he was.
"And you are?"
"Hanyue Sect, Du Jinglan."
"What, you're Leader Du?"
Lu Bei was shocked, pointing his finger to Pang Miaosong on the side of the ring, who was so angry her face had turned completely black, and asked in confusion, "If you are Leader Du, then who is she?"
"She is Leader Pang from Water Moon Sect. If we talk about someone being broad-minded, I'd say that Leader Pang falls a bit short compared to me, you've mixed up the people," Du Jinglan confidently asserted.
