"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaohao touched his nose and chuckled bitterly.
"Hmph! Even if you are a powerful figure in the Hundred Veins Realm, what of it? Today, you will undoubtedly die!" Guan Wudong said murderously.
"Elder Chen, this stinky kid is your problem now."
"Young Master, rest assured! A mere early stage martial artist from the Hundred Veins Realm is not even worth my attention," Elder Chen arrogantly said.
As he spoke, Elder Chen walked up from behind.
"Kneel before me!" Elder Chen snorted coldly.
The imposing aura of the Peak of Hundred Veins Realm burst forth dominantly from within him, rolling over Zhang Xiaohao.
"Old man, did you skip breakfast this morning?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Hm? How is that possible! You are just at the Early Hundred Veins Realm; under the pressure of my powerful aura, how have you not knelt down? Could it be that you have some powerful artifact on you?" Elder Chen said with a grim face.
Without a sound, Elder Chen was left embarrassed.
