"Hehehe..."
As Sikong Jing and his group left, Lang Yizhan's fists clenched, cracking audibly. His second brother, who should have been subdued by him, had instead counterattacked, slapping his face methodically and viciously.
Lang Yizhan felt utterly terrible, a murderous urge swelling within him.
At the same time, Lei Zizhen's face was also a grim shade of iron.
He had attended the auction specifically to acquire those five Demon Dragon Cores, but now they had been taken away by a mere apprentice.
"Brother Lei, I don't want those four to leave the Long Night Imperial City."
Suddenly, Lang Yizhan said coldly, "Help me kill them, whatever happens, I'll take the responsibility."
Lei Zizhen trembled slightly, his eyes narrowing, a murderous aura rolling off him.
At that moment, Tao Yue called out, "Third Young Master Lang, what about Yisuo? To kill or not to kill?"
With these words, the entire hall fell silent.
Slap!
