Li Pengcheng felt annoyed in his heart. This person was really pushing him too far, but he still forcefully suppressed the rage within him because he understood that once he initiated an attack, the other party would have justification to teach him a lesson.
In a situation where his strength was obviously inferior to the other's, initiating an attack would be an utterly masochistic and foolish act.
"Move aside." Li Pengcheng's voice was raised.
The corner of Li Chong's lips curled into a cold smirk as his eyes, filled with a sharp glint, looked at Li Pengcheng. "It seems you don't quite understand the words I say."
The atmosphere was tense, filled with the smell of gunpowder. Everyone's eyes were wide open, afraid to miss the moment they would come to blows.
At this time, Li Xiaoyao had already arrived at the secret realm. The Li Family's secret realm was underground, with ancient but sturdy architecture, each stone bearing the marks of time.
