"You... who are you?"
The boy in purple trembled in fear and quickly hid behind several guards, his eyes wide open as he looked at his subordinates rolling on the ground, then fixed his gaze on Ling Feng, already realizing he had kicked an iron plate this time.
"Hmph, let me tell you, this is my big brother, his name is Ling Feng!"
Ouyang Jing raised his head and strode over, a smirk hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Ling Feng was an exceptional figure, even masters of the Magnetic Condensation Realm Tenth Level couldn't last a single move against him, and this unknown family youngster was simply asking for death—seeking his demise in the pit of a latrine!
"Ling Feng?" The boy in purple cursed loudly, "I don't care if you are Ling Feng or whatever your name is, you dare to lay a hand on me, I..."
