"Wu Zhou is a small kingdom, its national fate has not yet lasted a thousand years and yet was able to give birth to a prodigy like you. This king will remember her." said Gu Chao, floating in mid-air, speaking indifferently.
Lu Bei snorted coldly, hearing the arrogance in his words, he felt a deep contempt in his heart.
Having no culture to boast of, what is there to be disdainful about? Have the guts to say it again at the entrance of the Grand Compassion Monastery and see how the baldies will deal with you.
No, that's not right, according to the baldies' bad habits, they will probably tie you up on the back hill and take turns riding you whenever they feel like it.
Lu Bei and Gu Chao stared at each other through the void, their eyes both glowing golden. The invisible pressures exerted by them clashed, causing the space within a hundred feet to explode with thunderous roars. The pressure wall expanded into a sphere, surrounding the rapidly moving thunder serpent.
"Take this!"
