Suddenly, Yang Zhihao stepped forward, and with an ominous tone, said, "Who would have thought that beneath Shen Zhou, not only is there such a formidable daughter, but now there's also you, this little runt!"
"You're what, six or seven years old and yet you can swing a six or seven hundred kilogram iron hammer effortlessly! Fine! Then I'll just have to test and see what sort of ability this little brat has."
He then slowly advanced towards him.
Wherever his feet landed, the floor cracked and crumbled.
Suddenly, another burly man rushed out.
Pinching his nose, he said with a laugh, "Guild Leader Yang, I think I'll be your first opponent instead of him. Xiaohu and my niece are both extremely powerful, I'm afraid you won't even withstand one of their moves."
"With me, you might be able to exchange a few more blows."
Yang Zhihao fixed his gaze and instantly felt somewhat humiliated.
Because the person who had rushed over was none other than Xue Lizhou.
