"Meng Pofeng, the sixteenth generation successor of Bajiquan from Yunshui City, actually died by your hand."
"Chu Yang, you truly continue to surprise me!"
Xing Jianghai stopped ten steps away from Chu Yang, his venomous gaze fixed on Chu Yang.
Chu Yang's face was expressionless, "Chen Xi, where are Jiang Xin and the others?"
Xing Jianghai sinisterly smirked, "Heh, you want to know where Chen Xi and Jiang Xin are? Defeat me, and I'll tell you."
Chu Yang coldly said, "Hmph! You are no match for me."
"Hahahaha!!!"
Xing Jianghai burst into loud laughter, "Chu Yang, don't think that just because you're a cultivator, you can do whatever you want."
"If you weren't a cultivator, you would have died under Meng Pofeng's fists long ago."
Chu Yang's gaze intensified as he stared at Xing Jianghai, "You know I'm a cultivator?"
"Hmph! There are other cultivators in this world, not just you."
