Zhang Wenyuan's eyes were also bloodshot, his face full of hatred.
How could they ever forget that familiar face etched into their very bones?
As one's cultivation level continually rises, not only does one's lifespan increase, but the pace of aging also slows down.
Twenty years ago, Liu Kuangren looked just as he did now, indicating that his cultivation had improved significantly since then.
The three hundred elite members of the Grandmaster Battle Team were now on high alert, swiftly surrounding Liu Kuangren in their midst.
They had learned of Liu Kuangren's identity from Wang Chujang and now all of them stared at Liu Kuangren with murderous intent boiling within.
Liu Kuangren seemed unaffected by the anger of so many, smiling as he said, "After all, we're old friends, why the need for such hostility?"
"Friends?"
Zhang Wenyuan sneered, grinding his teeth as he said, "We have no friends such as you."
