"How is it him?"
"Brother Lin, what's there to fear? Even if King Yama himself showed up today, we'd still beat him just the same!"
Brother Gou, seeing the expression on Lin Xing's face, quickly supported him and kept cheering him on.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in Lin Xing's eyes. With the speed of lightning, he slapped Brother Gou hard across the face.
"You damn fool, you really don't recognize Taishan, do you? You think you can afford to offend this man?"
"Brother Lin, did you hit the wrong person?" Brother Gou asked shamefully, his face showing clear handprints and blood streaming from his nose and mouth.
"Smack!"
"It's you, you dead dog, always looking down on people!"
Lin Xing slapped him again, causing several of Brother Gou's teeth to fly out, blood and flesh a blurred mess.
In the bewildering moment for Brother Gou, Lin Xing shouted, "Everyone, stop! When the great flood washes over the dragon temple, we're all from the same clan."
"Uh...."
