"George!" Huang Lin stepped on two beams of sword force, his gaze was now even more cold as he looked at the man of fire who had risen up.
He lowered his head to look towards the direction Kaunitz was in. When he saw Fang Xingjian, his eyes squinted as if he was a tiger who had seen its prey.
"George, you shouldn't have laid your hands on my disciple." Huang Lin's voice was as cold as the gust of wind in Siberia at night, cold enough to pierce one's bones.
The First Prince broke out laughing as the trembling air was formed from high-temperature flame, giving off a feeling as if the heaven and earth were trembling.
"Huang Lin, you're just an old dog my younger brother keeps, but you're not bad in teaching your disciples. Ten years ago, one died. But now, there's one with even greater prospects.
"But I, George Krieg, have been unhindered in this world, dominating the world for decades. All the geniuses in this world should come under me.
