"Does she still care about me?"
The always-calm Shen Qiang sighed in his heart.
Bang!
In an instant, Shen Qiang, bursting with Power, slightly shifted his form.
With a punch, he sent the youth holding a watermelon knife flying.
Then, to the astonished gazes of the onlookers, he moved through them like a tiger amongst sheep, knocking over a dozen social youths in just a few breaths.
Clang!
Looking at Shen Qiang's fist.
The last social youth dropped his knife on the ground, immediately crouched with his head in his arms, and cried out like a slaughtered pig, "Bro, stop hitting me!"
Shen Qiang was silent, looking at the youths sprawled out on the ground, but he couldn't feel happy.
As a Cultivator who had already entered the Spiritual Movement Stage, dealing with a dozen aggressive ordinary people was way too easy.
Bang!
Xi Hongliang, wildly excited, kicked the big bald guy screaming on the ground and yelled, "Come on, you think you're all that? Fight then!"
