"Old coot, have you finished dreaming yet?"
Chu Fengmian's voice did not contain any restraint, and the disciples gathered outside the mission hall each had their faces shift to extremely vivid expressions.
Old coot.
In the Wusheng Academy, no one had ever dared to address Chu Hongsha in such a manner.
Chu Hongsha's face turned beet red in an instant, and Chu Fengmian could feel a surge of murderous intent suddenly erupting.
"You little beast! It seems you really want to die? Today I will kill you first! After all, once I capture your soul and extract it for refinement, your fortuitous encounters will still be obtained by me!"
Chu Hongsha roared in anger, unable to contain the murderous intent in his heart.
Immediately, a towering murderous intent coalesced on his fist, and he violently smashed it toward Chu Fengmian.
"The time has come, huh."
Watching Chu Hongsha make his move, even Chu Fengmian's palms began to sweat a little.
