Uncle Liang, having taken a punch from Liu Mang without so much as a hair being harmed, grew even more arrogant, contemptuously eyeing Liu Mang, "Though I'm unable to cultivate our sect's mightiest protective secret technique, the Dragon God Vajra Technique, or condense the Dragon God Vajra Cover, I have been horizontally training a second-rate Vajra Cover for decades. You lot, not to mention killing me— you can't even injure me!"
Li Dapang started shouting, "Damn it, just a living turtle showing off, what the hell is that crap? Watch me burst you, you brat!"
Li Dapang's mouth was brimming with bravado, but his feet kept retreating backward, all the way until he was beside Liu Mang, "This guy's shameless, I don't fancy dealing with him. It's all yours, bro."
Uncle Liang said, "It doesn't matter who comes, I will slaughter you one by one!"
With the last word spoken, Uncle Liang charged forward at a breakneck pace, leaving behind a long streak of afterimages.
