The thin and weak martial artist was slightly stunned and reverently said, "Naturally, it's under the jurisdiction of the three great governors of the capital city!"
"Do you know who I am?" Tristan Yandell sneered.
The skinny martial artist was stunned. He sized up Tristan and said in disdain, "A martial artist from Preston? Why are you acting all high and mighty? Let me tell you..."
Bang!
To such an idiot, Tristan flipped his hand and sent him flying in the air. He did not want to hear another word from him.
What an imbecile!
"I'll tell you," Tristan said indifferently. "My surname is Yandell, and my name is Tristan!"
The entire place was silent...
After a brief silence, everyone was stunned.
The thin martial artist fell to the ground, his pupils dilated. He looked at Tristan as if he was looking at a demon.
How many martial artists in the world did not know the name Tristan Yandell?
