Chapter 1242 - Deterrence
"Kid, what did you say just now?" Peng Zhuo's face twisted in rage as he barked. His body began to exude a ruthless aura.
Newcomers were newcomers, so they didn't know just how high the heavens were. He would have to get rough to make this fellow submit.
"Did you not hear what I said? Is there a problem with your ears?" Zhao Feng suddenly turned and curiously asked.
These words caused the surrounding worker disciples to laugh and quietly sigh over Zhao Feng's ignorance. Peng Zhuo was one of the strongest worker disciples in this spirit herb area. His cultivation was at the late stage of the Mystic Light Realm.
"You're seeking death!" Enraged, Peng Zhuo circulated his Mystic Light Sacred Power and lunged at Zhao Feng.
It appeared that Peng Zhuo's massive body was about to send Zhao Feng flying. The worker disciples could already hear Zhao Feng's scream and his face wracked in terrible pain.
