Chu Wujie, terrified and breaking out in a cold sweat on his back, dared not veer toward Tiger Mountain any longer. He lowered his head and submitted.
With just one glance from Xu Fan, a piercing pain shot through Chu Wujie's brain, and his heart skipped a beat, immediately clarifying the reality—that Xu Fan's strength was far beyond his own, and that he was no match at all.
Quickly, he began to wonder how the Flame Dragon Organization had suddenly acquired such a formidable fighter, one he had never heard of before.
Could it be... that this man was the newly-appointed patron of the Flame Dragon, Xu Fan, whose battle feat was—defeating the Banished Immortal Zhu Yangyuan?
With that thought, his heart pounded. Even someone as experienced as he couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth twice, feeling extremely fortunate that he hadn't further offended him, or else he would have been miserable.
